Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

149 (C.M.) Samuel Stennett

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Saviour'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 heav'nly train.

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,

And saves me from the grave.

To heav'n, the place of His abode,

He brings my weary feet;

Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joys 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.