My heart is full of Christ, and longs
Its glorious matter to declare!
Of Him I make my loftiest songs,
I cannot from His praise forbear;
My ready tongue makes haste to sing
The glories of my heav’nly King.
Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenished are Thy lips with grace
And full of love Thy tender heart:
God ever blest! we bow the knee,
And own all fullness dwells in Thee.
Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit’s sword,
And take to Thee Thy pow’r divine;
Stir up Thy strength, almighty Lord,
All pow’r and majesty are Thine:
Assert Thy worship and renown;
O all redeeming God, come down!
Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause,
And let Thy glorious toil succeed;
O spread the vict’ry of Thy cross,
Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed!
Through earth triumphant-ly ride on,
And reign in ev’ry heart alone.