1 Now be my Heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His Form! how bright his Beauties are!

2 O'er all the Sons of human Race
He shines with a superior Grace;
Love from his Lips divinely flows,
And Blessings all his State compose.

3 Dress thee in Arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the Terror of thy Sword,
In Majesty and Glory ride
With Truth and Meekness at thy Side.

4 Thine Anger, like a pointed Dart,
Shall pierce the Foes of stubborn Heart;
Or Words of Mercy kind and sweet,
Shall melt the Rebels at thy Feet.

5 Thy Throne, O GOD, for ever stands,
Grace is the Scepter in thy Hands;
Thy Laws and Works are just and right,
Justice and Grace are thy Delight.

6 GOD, thine own GOD, has richly shed
His Oil of Gladness on thy Head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.