45 (2) | Psalm 45 Version 2 | CM | |
HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine Is Thy victorious sword! The strongest rebel must resign At Thy commanding word. |
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2 | Deep are the wounds Thine arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart; Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart. |
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3 | Still gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh, Ride with majestic sway, Go forth, blest Prince, triumphantly, And make Thy foes obey. |
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4 | And when Thy victories are complete, When all the chosen race Shall round the throne of glory meet, To sing Thy conquering grace . . . |
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5 | O may my humble soul be found Among that favoured band! And I with them Thy praise will sound Throughout Emmanuel’s land. |
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Benjamin Wallin, 1711-82, Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78 |