1. King of glory, King of peace

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 not 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 enroll thee; E'en eternity's too short To extol thee.