My Heart Does Overflow
My heart does o-ver-flow, a good-ly theme is mine;
My ea-ger tongue with joy-ful song does praise the King di-vine.
Su-preme-ly fair You are, Your lips with grace o'er-flow;
His rich-est bless-ings ev-er-more does God on You be-stow.
Now gird you with your sword, O strong and might-y One,
In splen-did maj-es-ty ar-rayed, more glo-rious than the sun.
Tri-um-phant-ly ride forth for meek-ness, truth and right;
Your arm shall gain the vic-to-ry in won-drous deeds of might.
Your strength shall o-ver-come all those that hate the King,
And un-der Your do-min-ion strong the na-tions You shall bring.
Your roy-al throne, O God, for-ev-er-more shall stand;
E-ter-nal truth and jus-tice wield the scep-ter in Your hand.
Since You were sin-less found, the Lord, by You con-fessed,
A-noint-ed You with per-fect joy—You are su-preme-ly blessed.
Your gar-ments breathe of myrrh and spic-es sweet and rare;
Glad strains of heaven-ly mu-sic ring through-out Your pal-ace fair.
A-mid Your glo-rious train kings' daught-ers wait-ing stand,
And fair-est gems be-deck Your bride, the queen at Your right hand.
O ro-yal bride, give heed, and to my words at-tend;
For Christ, the King, for-sake the world and every for-mer friend.