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.
Thou grew’st soft and moist with tears,
Thou relentedst:
And when Justice called for fears,
Thou dissentedst.
Small it is, in this poor sort
To enrol Thee:
Even eternity’s too short
To extol Thee.