The glory of Christ. <br /> <br />My Savior and my King, <br />Thy beauties are divine; <br />Thy lips with blessings overflow, <br />And every grace is thine. <br /> <br />Now make thy glory known, <br />Gird on thy dreadful sword, <br />And ride in majesty to spread <br />The conquests of thy word. <br /> <br />Strike through thy stubborn foes, <br />Or melt their hearts t' obey, <br />While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, <br />Attend thy glorious way. <br /> <br />Thy laws, O God, are right; <br />Thy throne shall ever stand; <br />And thy victorious gospel proves <br />A sceptre in thy hand. <br /> <br />[Thy Father and thy God <br />Hath without measure shed <br />His Spirit, like a joyful oil, <br />T' anoint thy sacred head.] <br /> <br />[Behold, at thy right hand <br />The Gentile church is seen, <br />Like a fair bride in rich attire, <br />And princes guard the queen.] <br /> <br />Fair bride, receive his love, <br />Forget thy father's house; <br />Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, <br />And pay thy Lord thy vows. <br /> <br />O let thy God and King <br />Thy sweetest thoughts employ; <br />Thy children shall his honors sing <br />In palaces of joy.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-45/
