The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel. <br /> <br />Now be my heart inspired to sing <br />The glories of my Savior King, <br />Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair <br />His form! how bright his beauties are! <br /> <br />O'er all the sons of human race <br />He shines with a superior grace; <br />Love from his lips divinely flows, <br />And blessings all his state compose. <br /> <br />Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, <br />Gird on the terror of thy sword, <br />In majesty and glory ride, <br />With truth and meekness at thy side. <br /> <br />Thine anger, like a pointed dart, <br />Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; <br />Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, <br />Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. <br /> <br />Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, <br />Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; <br />Thy laws and works are just and right, <br />Justice and grace are thy delight. <br /> <br />God, thine own God, has richly shed <br />His oil of gladness on thy head, <br />And with his sacred Spirit blest <br />His first-born Son above the rest.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-45-part-1/
