Psalm 45, Part 1

My heart is full of Christ, and longs
Its glorious matter to declare!
Of Him I make my loftiest songs,
I cannot from His praise forbear;
My ready tongue makes haste to sing
The beauties of my heavenly King.

Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenish'd are Thy lips with grace,
And full of love Thy tender heart;
God ever bless'd, we bow the knee,
And own all fulness dwells in Thee.

J Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword,
And take to Thee Thy power Divine,
Stir up Thy strength, ahnighty Lord!
All power and majesty are Thine:
Assert Thy worship and renown,
O all-redeeming God, come down!

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 all our hearts alone.

Still let the word of truth prevail,
The gospel of Thy general grace,
Of mercy mild that ne'er shall fail,
Of everlasting righteousness.
Into the faithful soul brought in,
To root out all the seeds of sin.

Terrible things Thine own right hand
Shall teach Thy greatness to perform:
Who in the vengeful day can stand
Unshaken by Thine anger's storm.
While, riding on the whirlwind's wings.
They meet the thundering King of kings?

Sharp are the arrows of Thy love,
And pierce the most obdurate heart:
Their point Thine enemies shall prove,
And, strangely fill'd with pleasing smart.
Fall down before the cross subdued.
And feel Thine arrows dipp'd in blood.

O God of love, Thy sway we own,
Thy dying love doth all control;
Justice and grace support Thy throne,
Set up in every faithful soul;
Steadfast it stands in them, and sure,
When pure, as Thou their God art pure.

Lover Thou art of purity,
And hatest every spot of sin;
Nothing profane can dwell with Thee,
Nothing unholy or unclean:
And therefore doth Thy Father own
His glorious likeness in His Son.

Therefore He hath His Spirit shed,
Spirit of joy, and power, and grace,
Immeasurably on Thy head;
First-born of all the chosen race.
From Thee the sacred unction springs
That makes Thy fellows priests and kings.