Infinite excellence Is Thine
Thou lovely Prince of grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.
Sinners from earth’s remotest end
Come bending at Thy feet;
To Thee their prayers and vows ascend;
In Thee their wishes meet.
Thy name as precious ointment shed,
Delights the Church around;
Sweetly the sacred odor spreads
Through all Immanuel’s ground.
Millions of happy spirits live
On Thy exhaustless store;
From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still Thou givest more.
Thou are their triumph and their joy,
They find their all in Thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ
To all eternity.