Our hearts are full of Christ, and long
Their glorious matter to declare!
Of Him we make our loftier song—
We cannot from His praise forbear:
Our ready tongues make haste to sing
The glories of the heavenly King.
Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenished are Thy lips with grace,
And full of love Thy tender heart.
God ever blest! we bow the knee,
And own all fullness dwells in Thee.