Psalm 45:1 [My Saviour And My King]

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Title:     Psalm 45:1 [My Saviour And My King]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Psalm 45:1. S. M.
The glory of Christ; the success of
the gospel; and the Gentile church.

My Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

Now make thy glory known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty to spread
The conquests of thy word.

Strike thro' thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t'obey,
While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever end;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

[Thy Father and thy God
Hath without measure shed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,
T'anoint thy sacred head.]

[Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen,
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.]

Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy father's house;
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.

O let thy God and King
Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
Thy children shall his honours sing
In palaces of joy.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 45:1 [My Saviour And My King]

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