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Hymns and Tunes 1886 120

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Words: Thomas HastingsTune: OrtonvilleC.M.

1Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant light is crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

3He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4To 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.

5To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.

6Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

Meter
C.M.
Scripture
Song of Solomon 5:10

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The verse

Meter
9.6.8.7 · the hymnal prints C.M.
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 76% of beats fit
Rhyme
ABCB

Could also be sung to Azmon, Coronation, Cantate Domino, Christmas, St. Agnes · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary · * a word sung short, as “heav’n”

Verse 1

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned˘/˘/˘/???9A
Upon the Saviour's brow;˘/˘/˘/6B
His head with radiant light is crowned,˘/˘/˘/˘/8C
His lips with grace o'erflow.˘/˘/???7D

Verse 2

No mortal can with him compare,˘/˘˘˘˘˘/8A
Among the sons of men;˘/˘/˘/6B
Fairer is he than all the fair/˘˘˘˘/˘/8A
That fill the heavenly train.˘/˘/˘/6C*

Verse 3

He saw me plunged in deep distress,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
He flew to my relief;˘/˘˘˘/6B
For me he bore the shameful cross,˘˘˘/˘/˘/8C
And carried all my grief.˘/˘/˘/6B

Verse 4

To him I owe my life and breath,˘˘˘/˘/˘/8A
And all the joys I have;˘/˘/˘˘6B
He makes me triumph over death,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
He saves me from the grave.˘/˘˘˘/6C

Verse 5

To heaven, the place of his abode,˘/˘/˘˘˘/8A*
He brings my weary feet;˘/˘/˘/6B
Shows me the glories of my God,/˘˘/˘˘˘/8C
And makes my joy complete.˘/˘/˘/6B

Verse 6

Since from his bounty I receive/˘˘/˘˘˘/8A
Such proofs of love divine,//˘/˘/6B
Had I a thousand hearts to give,˘˘˘/˘/˘/8C
Lord, they should all be thine./˘˘/˘/6B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.