By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Psalm xlv.
      1 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 heavenly King.

      2 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 fulness dwells in thee.

      3 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!

      4 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.