Repeat the last line of each verse
| 1 |
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant 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 heav'nly 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. |