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.