S.M.D.
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,
For evermore 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.
