1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise Thee;
    In my heart, though not in heav’n I can raise Thee.
    Small it is, in this poor sort to enroll Thee:
    Ev’n eternity’s too short to extol Thee.