Words by Samuel Stennett
Music by Thomas Hastings
"Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God,
thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty."
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned,
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'er flow,
His lips with grace o'er flow.
No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair,
Who fill the heav'nly train,
Who fill the heav'nly train.
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief,
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,
And saves me from the grave
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