My Heart Doth Overflow (EN 951)

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My heart doth overflow, a goodly theme is mine;

My eager tongue with joyful song doth praise the King divine.

Supremely fair Thou art, Thy lips with grace o’erflow;

His richest blessing evermore doth God on Thee bestow.

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Now gird Thee with Thy sword, O strong and mighty One;

In splendid majesty arrayed, more glorious than the sun.

Triumphantly ride forth for meekness, truth and right;

Thine arm shall gain the victory in wondrous deeds of might.

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Thy strength shall overcome all those that hate the King,

And under Thy dominion strong the nations Thou shalt bring.

Thy royal throne, O God, forevermore shall stand;

Eternal truth and justice wield the scepter in Thy hand.

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Since Thou art sinless found, the Lord, Thy God, confessed,

Anointeth Thee with perfect joy, Thou art supremely blessed.

Thy garments breathe of myrrh and spices sweet and rare;

Glad strains of heav’nly music ring throughout Thy palace fair.

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Amid Thy glorious train kings’ daughters waiting stand,

And fairest gems bedeck Thy bride, the queen at Thy right hand.

O royal bride, give heed, and to my words attend;

For Christ, the King, forsake the world and every former friend.