To Christ The Lord

E B To Christ the Lord let every tongue A B Its noblest tribute bring E B When He’s the subject of the song A B Who can refuse to sing? C#m B A E Survey the beauties of His face C#m B A And on His glories dwell A B A Think of the wonder of His grace B E And all His triumphs tell E B Majestic sweetness sits enthroned A B Upon His awful brow E B His head with radiant glories crowned A B His lips with grace overflow C#m B A E No mortal can with Him compare C#m B A Among the sons of men A B A Fairer He is than all the fair B E That fill the Heavenly train E B He saw me plunged in deep distress A B He fled to my relief E B For me He bore the shameful cross A B And carried all my grief C#m B A E His hand a thousand blessings pours C#m B A Upon my guilty head A B A His presence gilds my darkest hours B E And guards my sleeping bed E B To Him I owe my life and breath A B And all the joys I have E B He makes me triumph over death A B And saves me from the grave C#m B A E To Heaven the place of His abode C#m B A He brings my weary feet A B A Shows me the glories of my God B E And makes my joy complete E B Since from His bounty I receive A B Such proofs of love divine E B Had I a thousand hearts to give A B Lord, they should all be Thine C#m B A E A thousand men could not compose C#m B A A worthy song to bring A B A Yet Your love is a melody B E Our hearts can’t help but sing! C#m B A E A thousand men could not compose C#m B A A worthy song to bring A B A Yet Your love is a melody B E Our hearts can’t help but sing!