177--Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

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	1.	Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
		Upon the Savior's brow;
		His head with radian glories crowned,
		His lips with grace o'er flow.
	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.	To Him I owe my life and breath,
		And all the joys I have;
		He makes me triumph over death,
		And saves me from the grave.
	4.	To God, the Father, my abode,
		He brings my weary feet;
		Shows me, the glories, of my God,
		And makes my joys complete.
	5.	Since from His bounty I receive
		Such proofs of love divine,
		Had I a thousand hearts to give,
		Lord, they should all be Thine.