Repeat the last line of each verse
1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'er flow.
2 No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heav'nly train.
3 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.
4 To God, the Father, my abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
5 Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.