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 bless­ing ev­er­more
Doth God on Thee be­stow.

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;
Thine arm shall gain the vic­to­ry
In won­drous deeds of might.

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 scep­ter in Thy hand.

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

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.