1  Thou, Lord, to God art precious,

       His chosen, His delight;

    With oil of joy, anointed,

       How comely in His sight.

 2  The altogether lovely,

       The fairest of the fair,

    Thy mouth with grace o'erfloweth;

       Our hearts their love declare.

 3  The wise men offered treasures

       And honored Thee at birth;

    Thou wast by noble buried,

       Still lovable in death.

 4  Thy head has been anointed,

       The lovely One Thou art;

    Thy feet anointed also,

       Beloved in every part.

 5  Thy death as myrrh in sweetness

       Man's spirit comforteth;

    Thy resurrection fragrance

       God's longing answereth.

 6  As henna^* flow'rs, Thy beauty

       In loveliness complete;

    As apple trees that flourish,

       Thy fruit abundant, sweet.

 7  Sweet wine Thy love surpasseth,

       Thy name an ointment is;

    We take Thee as our love feast

       And taste the sweetest bliss.

 8  As on Thyself we ponder

       And all Thy beauty trace,

    We taste to full Thy sweetness

       And rest in Thine embrace.