My heart is full of Christ, and longs
Its glo­ri­ous mat­ter to declare!
Of Him I make my lof­ti­er song,
I can­not from His praise for­bear;
My rea­dy tongue makes haste to sing
The glo­ries of my heav’n­ly 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;
Dispread the vic­to­ry of Thy cross,
Ride on, and pros­per in Thy deed;
Through earth tri­um­phant­ly ride on,
And reign in ev­ery heart alone.