Our hearts are full of Christ and long

Our hearts are full of Christ and long Their glorious matter to declare! Of Him we make our loftier song, We cannot from His praise forbear: Our ready tongues make haste to sing The glories of the heav'nly, King.

Fairer than all the earthborn race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart. God ever-blest! We bow the knee, And own all fulness dwells in Thee.