Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned [#MajesticSweetness #SweetnessSitsEnthroned #SitsEnthroned]
Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned [#MajesticSweetness #SweetnessSitsEnthroned #SitsEnthroned]
Song based on the Bible verse:
Psalm 104:1
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord my God, You are very great:
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
Song written by:
Original in English: Samuel Stennett (June 1, 1727 Exeter, Devon, England, UK – August 24, 1795 London, England, UK)
1
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior’s brow
His head with radiant glories crowned
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 fair
Who fill the heav’nly train
Who fill the heav’nly train
3
He saw me plunged in deep distress
And 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
And saves me from the grave
And saves me from the grave
1
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior’s brow
His head with radiant glories crowned
His lips with grace o’erflow
His lips with grace o’erflow
2
To Christ the Lord let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring
When He’s the subject of the song
Who can refuse to sing
Who can refuse to sing
3
Survey the beauties of His face
And on His glories dwell
Think of the wonders of His grace
And all His triumphs tell
And all His triumphs tell
4
No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men
Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heav’nly train
Who fill the heav’nly train
5
He saw me plunged in deep distress
And flew to my relief
For me He bore the shameful cross
And carried all my grief
And carried all my grief
6
His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head:
His presence gilds my darkest hours
And guards my sleeping bed
And guards my sleeping bed
7
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
And saves me from the grave
8
To Heav’n the place of His abode
He brings my weary feet
Shows me the glories of my God
And makes my joys complete
And makes my joys complete
9
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine
Had I a thousand hearts to give
Lord they should all be Thine
Lord they should all be Thine