“The Chief est among ten thousand.” -Songs of Sol. 5:10
1 Majestic sweetness sits enthron’d Upon the Saviour’s brow; His head with radiant glories crown’d, His lips with grace o’erflow.
2 No mortal can with Him compare, Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.
4 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.
5 To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet, Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine; Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine!