My King

I'll Speak honors of my King.

His form divinely fair

None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace

Upon thy lips is shed;

Thy God with Blessings Infinite

Has crowned thy sacred head

Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,

Ride with majestic sway;

Thy terror shall strike through thy foes

And make the world obey.

Thy Throne, O God, for ever stands;

Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands

To rule thy saints by love.

Justice and truth attend thee still,

But mercy is thy choice;

And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill

With most peculiar joys.