1 My heart doth overflow,
A goodly theme is mine;
My eager tongue with joyful song
Doth praise the King divine.
Supremely fair Thou art,
Thy lips with grace o'erflow;
His richest blessings evermore
Doth God on Thee bestow.

2 Now gird Thee with Thy sword,
O strong and mighty One,
In splendid majesty arrayed,
More glorious than the sun.
Triumphantly ride forth
For meekness, truth, and right;
Thy arm shall gain the victory
In wondrous deeds of might.

3 Thy strength shall overcome
All those that hate the King,
And under Thy dominion strong
The nations Thou shalt bring.
Thy royal throne, O God,
Forevermore shall stand;
Eternal truth and justice wield
The sceptre in Thy hand.

4 Since Thou art sinless found,
The Lord, Thy God confessed,
Anointeth Thee with perfect joy,
Thou art supremely blest.
Thy garments breathe of myrrh
And spices sweet and rare;
Glad strains of heavenly music ring
Throughout Thy palace fair.

5 Amid Thy glorious train
Kings' daughters waiting stand,
And fairest gems bedeck Thy bride,
The queen at Thy right hand.
O royal bride, give heed,
And to my words attend;
For Christ, the King, forsake the world
And every former friend.