The King of Saints from Psalm 45 Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

THE KING OF SAINTS (L.M.) Mitch Cervinka* 2001 Score

The King of saints, how fair His face,
   A-dorned with maj-es-ty and grace!
He comes with bless-ings from a-bove,
   And wins the na-tions to His love.

At His right hand our eyes be-hold
   The queen ar-rayed in pur-est gold;
The world ad-mires her heaven-ly dress,
   Her robe of joy and right-eous-ness.

He forms her beau-ties like His own;
   He calls and seats her near His throne:
Fair stran-ger, let thine heart for-get
   The i-dols of thy na-tive state.

So shall the King the more re-joice
   In thee, the favour-ite of His choice;
Let Him be loved and yet a-dored,
   For He's thy Mak-er and thy Lord.

O hap-py hour when thou shalt rise
   To His fair pal-ace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a num-erous train)
   Each like a prince in glo-ry reign!

Let end-less hon-ours crown His head;
   Let ev-ery age His prais-es spread;
While we with cheer-ful songs ap-prove
   The con-de-scen-sions of His love.

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*Music: Composed 2001 by Mitch Cervinka.
Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.