Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

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C.M. 1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow. 2 No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joy complete. 6 Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine! S. Stennet