1 My heart does overflow,
a goodly theme is mine;
my eager tongue with joyful song
does praise the King divine.
Supremely fair you are,
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,
forevermore shall stand;
eternal truth and justice wield
the scepter in your hand.
4 Since you 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.