Verse 1

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow.

Verse 2

No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train.

Verse 3

To God, the Father, my abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete.

Verse 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.