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.