Thou, Lord, to God art precious,

Thou, Lord, to God art precious, His chosen, His delight; With oil of joy, anointed, How comely in His sight.

We treasure with affection Thy perfect comeliness, Thy sweetness and Thy fragrance, And all Thy loveliness.

The altogether lovely, The fairest of the fair, Thy mouth with grace o'erfloweth; Our hearts their love declare.

The wise men offered treasures And honored Thee at birth; Thou wast by noble buried, Still lovable in death.

Thy head has been anointed, The lovely One Thou art; Thy feet anointed also, Beloved in every part.

Thy death as myrrh in sweetness Man's spirit comforteth; Thy resurrection fragrance God's longing answereth.

As henna flow'rs, Thy beauty In loveliness complete; As apple trees that flourish, Thy fruit abundant, sweet.

Sweet wine Thy love surpasseth, Thy name an ointment is; We take Thee as our love feast And taste the sweetest bliss.

As on Thyself we ponder And all Thy beauty trace, We taste to full Thy sweetness And rest in Thine embrace.