1 My heart does overflow,
A goodly theme is mine;
My eager tongue with joyful song
Does praise the King divine.
Supremely fair you art,
Your lips with grace o'erflow;
His richest blessings evermore
Does God on you bestow.
2 Now gird thee with your sword,
O strong and mighty one,
In splendid majesty arrayed,
More glorious than the sun.
Triumphantly ride forth
For meekness, truth, and right;
Your arm shall gain the victory
In wondrous deeds of might.
3 Your strength shall overcome
All those that hate the King,
And under your dominion strong
The nations you shall bring.
Your royal throne, O God,
For evermore shall stand;
Eternal truth and justice wield
The sceptre in your hand.
4 Since your were sinless found,
The Lord by you confessed,
Anointed you with perfect joy--
You are supremely blessed.
Your garments breathe of myrrh
And spices sweet and rare;
Glad strains of heav'nly music ring
Throughout your palace fair.
5 Amid your glorious train
Kings' daughters waiting stand,
And fairest gems bedeck your bride,
The queen at your right hand.
O royal bride, give heed,
And to my words attend;
For Christ, the King, forsake the world
And ev'ry former friend.