1 | Thou, Lord, to God art precious, |
| | His chosen, His delight; |
| With oil of joy, anointed, |
| | How comely in His sight. |
Chorus |
| | We treasure with affection |
| | | Thy perfect comeliness, |
| | Thy sweetness and Thy fragrance, |
| | | And all Thy loveliness. |
2 | The altogether lovely, |
| | The fairest of the fair, |
| Thy mouth with grace oerfloweth; |
| | Our hearts their love declare. |
3 | The wise men offered treasures |
| | And honored Thee at birth; |
| Thou wast by noble buried, |
| | Still lovable in death. |
4 | Thy head has been anointed, |
| | The lovely One Thou art; |
| Thy feet anointed also, |
| | Beloved in every part. |
5 | Thy death as myrrh in sweetness |
| | Mans spirit comforteth; |
| Thy resurrection fragrance |
| | Gods longing answereth. |
6 | As henna flowrs, Thy beauty |
| | In loveliness complete; |
| As apple trees that flourish, |
| | Thy fruit abundant, sweet. |
7 | Sweet wine Thy love surpasseth, |
| | Thy name an ointment is; |
| We take Thee as our love feast |
| | And taste the sweetest bliss. |
8 | As on Thyself we ponder |
| | And all Thy beauty trace, |
| We taste to full Thy sweetness |
| | And rest in Thine embrace. |