| 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. |