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 heaven,
I can raise Thee.
Small it is,in this poor sort To enrol Thee;
E'en eternity 's too short To extol Thee.