To Christ the Lord let every tongue
\nIts noblest tribute bring:
\nWhen He’s the subject of the song,
\nWho can refuse to sing?<\/p>\n
Survey the beauties of His face,
\nAnd on His glories dwell;
\nThink of the wonders of His grace,
\nAnd all His triumphs tell.<\/p>\n
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
\nUpon His awful brow;
\nHis head with radiant glories crown’d,
\nHis lips with grace o’erflow.<\/p>\n
No mortal can with Him compare,
\nAmong the sons of men;
\nFairer is He than all the fair
\nThat fill the heavenly train.<\/p>\n
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
\nHe flew to my relief;
\nFor me He bore the shameful cross,
\nAnd carried all my grief.<\/p>\n
To heaven, the place of His abode,
\nHe brings my weary feet:
\nShows me the glories of my God,
\nAnd makes my joys complete.<\/p>\n
Samuel Stennett, 1787<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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… <\/p>\n