1 | Lord, Thou art the lovely Bridegroom, |
| | God appointed, dear to us; |
| Thy dear self is so attractive, |
| | To our heart so beauteous! |
2 | Dear Beloved, we admire Thee, |
| | Who can tell Thy preciousness; |
| All Thy love we deeply treasure |
| | And Thine untold loveliness. |
3 | Thou art fairer than the fairest, |
| | Thou art sweeter than the sweet; |
| Thou art meek and Thou art gracious, |
| | None can eer with Thee compete. |
4 | Full of myrrh are all Thy garments, |
| | And Thy lips are filled with grace; |
| In the savor of Thy suffering, |
| | We in love Thyself embrace. |
5 | It is with the oil of gladness |
| | Thy God hath anointed Thee; |
| From the palaces of ivory |
| | Praise shall ever rise to Thee. |
6 | God hath blessed Thee, Lord, forever, |
| | Thou hast won the victory; |
| Now we see Thee throned in glory |
| | With Thy powr and majesty. |
7 | Thou art the desire of nations, |
| | All Thy worth theyll ever prove; |
| Thou, the chiefest of ten thousand, |
| | Ever worthy of our love. |