Majestic King, forever wise, You melt my Heart, which
once was cold, and when your beauty fills my eyes, It makes them young, which
once were old. Christ, my creator, hear my cry, I am all yours, your call I
hear, My Savior, Lover, yours am I, My heart to yours be ever near. Whether in
life or death’s last hour, If sickness, pain, or health you give, Or shame or
honor, weakness, power, Thankful is the life I live.
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