Lord, Thou art the lovely Bridegroom,

God appointed, dear to us;

Thy dear self is so, attractive,

To our heart so beauteous!

Dear Beloved, we admire Thee,

Who can tell Thy preciousness;

All Thy love we deeply treasure

And Thine untold loveliness.

Thou art fairer than the fairest,

Thou art sweeter than the sweet;

Thou art meek and Thou art gracious,

None can e'er with Thee compete.

Full of myrrh are all Thy garments,

And Thy lips are filled with grace;

In the savor of Thy suffering,

We in love Thyself embrace.

It is with the oil of gladness

Thy God hath anointed Thee;

From the palaces of ivory

Praise shall ever rise to Thee.

God hath blessed Thee, Lord, forever,

Thou hast won the victory;

Now we see Thee throned in glory

With Thy pow'r and majesty.

Thou art the desire of nations,

All Thy worth they'll ever prove;

Thou, the chiefest of ten thousand,

Ever worthy of our love.