"The Excellencies of Christ"
To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring
When He's the subject of our 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 crowned
His lips with grace overflow
No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men
Fairer He is 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
His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head
His presence gilds my darkest hours
And guards my sleeping bed
To Him I owe my life and breath
And all the joys I have
He makes me triumph over death
And saves me from the grave
To heaven, the place of His abode
He brings my weary feet
Shows me the glories of my God
And makes my joys complete
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine
Had I a thousand hearts to give
Lord, they would all be thine
Samuel Stennett
1727-1795
