Goodly Theme Is Mine, A

A goodly theme is mine,

And eagerly I sing;

For bounteous words flow from my lips

As I salute the King.

Supremely fair He is,

In beauty peerless He;

For Him the favor of the Lord

Doth grace eternally.

Gird on Thy sword, O King,

Put on Thy majesty;

Ride out in full regalia,

And richest panoply.

Triumph in very truth,

In meekness and in right,

Let fly the arrows of revenge,

And vanquish in Thy might.

Thy throne is ever sure,

Establishèd of God;

Its scepter is of righteousness,

Of equity its rod.

Thou lovest perfect right,

Hatest iniquity;

Therefore with oil of festive joy

The Lord anointed Thee.

Thy garments breathe of myrrh,

Of spices rich and rare;

Glad strains of joyous music ring

Throughout Thy palace fair.

Amid Thy glorious train

King's daughters waiting stand,

And on Thy right the queen adorned

In gold from Ophir land.

O royal bride, give heed,

This King is now thy Lord;

Forsake thy former loyalties,

Full fealty accord.

Thy beauty and thy grace

Will then delight the King;

And they to thee, since thou art His,

Their precious gifts will bring.

Enthroned in royal state

And glorious thou shalt dwell,

With garments fair, inwrought with gold,

His bride He loveth well.

And they who honor thee

Shall in thy train attend,

And to the palace of the King

Shall joyfully ascend.

Then in Thy Father's place

The sons of royal birth

Thou wilt endow with regal gifts

As princes of the earth.

Thy Name shall be proclaimed

Through all succeeding days,

And all the peoples everywhere

Shall give Thee endless praise.