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 you 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 thro'out your palace fair.

5 Amid your glorious train the royal daughters stand,
and fairest gems bedeck your bride, the queen at your right hand.
O royal bride, give heed, my holy words attend;
for Christ, the King, forsake the world and ev'ry former friend.