Who can refuse to sing?

To Christ the Lord let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring:
When He’s the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing?

Survey the beauties of His face,
And on His glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of His grace,
And all His triumphs tell.

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon His awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crown’d,
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 heavenly 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 heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet:
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

Samuel Stennett, 1787

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