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Isaac Watts - Psalm 45Isaac Watts - Psalm 45
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The personal glories and government of Christ. I`ll speak the honors of my King, His form divinely fair; None of his sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. Sweet is thy speech, and heav`nly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned thy sacred head. Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend thee still, But mercy is thy choice; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.
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