CLXXX. The Victory of the King of Kings

1 The mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise
That e'er the God of love design'd,
Employs and fills my laboring mind.

2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue:
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

3 Proclaim inimitable love:
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.

4 He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans:
The Prince of Life resigns his breath,
The King of Glory bows to death.

5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour,
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd,
And sin was drown'd in Jesus's blood:
Thus he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

7 Who shall fulfil this boundless song?
The theme surmounts an Angel's tongue:
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs!

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First Line: The mighty frame of glorious grace
Title: The Victory of the King of Kings
Author: Watts
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Exaltation of the Prince of Peace: The Saviour of the World
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