126    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Personal Glories and Government of Christ. Ps. 45

1 I’ll speak the honours of my King.
  His form divinely fair;
  None of the sons of mortal race
  May with the Lord compare.

2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
  Upon thy lips is shed;
  Thy God with blessings infinite
  Has crowned thy sacred head.

3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
  Ride with majestic sway;
  Thy terror shall strike through thy foes
  And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
  Thy word of grace shall prove
  A peaceful sceptre in thy hands
  To rule thy saints by love.

5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
  But mercy is thy choice;
  And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
  With most peculiar joys.