66 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. No mortal can with Him compare, Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 2 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave. 3 To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joy complete. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine.