C.M.
(Psalm 45)
1.
I'll speak the honours of
my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of His sons of mortal
race
May with the Lord compare.
2.
Sweet is Thy speech, and heav'nly grace
Upon Thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crow'd Thy sacred head.
3.
Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes,
And make the world
obey
4.
Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy
word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in Thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.
5.
Justice and truth
attend Thee still,
But mercy is Thy choice;
And God, Thy
God, Thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.
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