My Heart Doth Overflow

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.