Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: To Christ the Lord let every tongue
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: 163
Page Number: 189, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsTo 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 crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
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.
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 should all be thine!