Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat
Our King upon His throne
Divine delight
In the Beloved crowning Thee with might
Honour and majesty supreme and yet
The strange and Godlike secret opening thus--
The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us!
What shall I render to my glorious King?
I have but that which I receive from Thee
And what I give, Thou givest back to me,
Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing
Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold,
And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold
All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!
Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality,
This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free?
Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee
Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me.
Now--I will turn to my own land and tell,
What I myself have seen and heard of Thee,
And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see"
And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell
With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,
Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest.
J R HAVERGAL
Our King
O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favour,
All other names above!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power divine,
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing,
We praise Thee and confess Thee,
Our glorious Lord and King