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The Personal Glories and Government of Christ. Ps. 45

I. Watts                                     C.M.

1
I’ll speak the honours of my King.
His form divinely fair;
None of the sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.

2
Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God with blessings infinite
Has crowned thy sacred head.

3
Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terror shall strike through thy foes
And make the world obey.

4
Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands
To rule thy saints by love.

5
Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;
And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.