Thou, Lord, to God art precious

Thou

Lord

to God art precious

His chosen

His delight;

With oil of joy

anointed

How comely in His sight.

We treasure with affection

Thy perfect comeliness

Thy sweetness and Thy fragrance

And all Thy loveliness.

The altogether lovely

The fairest of the fair

Thy mouth with grace o’erfloweth;

Our hearts their love declare.

The wise men offered treasures

And honored Thee at birth;

Thou wast by noble buried

Still lovable in death.

Thy head has been anointed

The lovely One Thou art;

Thy feet anointed also

Beloved in every part.

Thy death as myrrh in sweetness

Man’s spirit comforteth;

Thy resurrection fragrance

God’s longing answereth.

As henna flow’rs

Thy beauty

In loveliness complete;

As apple trees that flourish

Thy fruit abundant

sweet.

Sweet wine Thy love surpasseth

Thy name an ointment is;

We take Thee as our love feast

And taste the sweetest bliss.

As on Thyself we ponder

And all Thy beauty trace

We taste to full Thy sweetness

And rest in Thine embrace.