I???ll speak the honors of my King, His form divinely fair; None of His sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. Sweet is Thy speech, and heav???nly grace Upon Thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned Thy sacred head. Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful scepter in Thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend Thee still, But mercy is Thy choice; And God, Thy God, Thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.