King of glory, King of peace,
I will love you;
And that love may never cease,
I will move you.
You have granted my request,
You have heard me;
You did note my working breast,
You have spared me.

Therefore with my utmost art,
I will praise you,
And the cream of all my heart,
I will bring you.
Though my sins against me cried,
You did clear me;
And alone, when they replied,
And did hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven,
I will praise you;
In my heart though not in heaven,
I can raise you.
Small it is, in this poor sort,
To enroll you;
E'en eternity's too short,
To extol you