My heart is full of Christ, and longs

My heart is full of Christ, and longs Its glorious matter to declare, Of Him I make my loftier songs, And cannot from His praise forbear; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The glories of my 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.

Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword, And take to Thee Thy power divine; Stir up Thy strength, almighty Lord, All power and majesty are Thine: Assert Thy worship and renown; O all-redeeming God, come down!

Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause And let Thy glorious toil succeed; Extend the victory of Thy cross, Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed; Through earth triumphantly ride on, And reign in every heart alone.