1.Majestic sweetness sits enthron'dUpon the Saviour's brow;His head with radiant light is crown'd,His lips with grace o'erflow,His lips with grace o'erflow.2.No mortal can with him compare,Among the sons of men;Fairer is he than all the fairThat fill the heav'nly train,That fill the heav'nly train.3.He saw me plung'd in deep distress,He flew to my relief;For me he bore the shameful cross,And carried all my grief,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,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 receiveSuch proofs of love divine,Had I a thousand hearts to give,Lord, they should all be thine.