King of glory, King of peace


King of glory, King of peace,
I will love Thee;
And that love may never cease
I will move Thee.
Thou hast granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me.

Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing Thee,
And the cream of all my heart
I will bring Thee
Though my sins against me cried
Thou didst clear me
And alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise Thee.
In my heart, though not in heaven. I can raise Thee.
Small it is, in this poor sort
To enroll Thee:
E’en eternity’s too short
To extol Thee.