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 heav'nly King.
Fairer than all the earthborn 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 fulness dwells in Thee.