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 has 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 enrol thee

Ev'n Eternity's too short

To extol thee