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.

Therefore with my utmost art,
I will praise 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.

Sev'n whole days, not one in sev'n,
I will praise thee;
In my heart, though not in heav’n,
I can raise thee;
Small it is, in this poor sort,
To enrol thee,
E'en eternity’s too short
To extol thee.