158. My Heart Is Glad Its Songs to Sing Thee

1. My heart is glad its songs to sing Thee,
Who now as Zion’s King dost reign;
O Holy One, its praise to bring Thee,
The Fairest of the sons of men!
Thy lips with grace are overflowing,
O might King, with power divine,
And love in radiant light is glowing
Upon Thy countenance benign.

2. Send now Thy tidings of salvation
To all Thy people here, O Lord!
O gather souls from every nation
With Thy most precious, powerful Word!
With glory, majesty and favor
Dost Thou bring all Thy Truth to light;
Thou the oppressed ones helpest ever,
To free them – breakest Satan’s might!

3. Thine arm is mighty to deliver,
And wonderful art Thou to see;
Sharp are the arrows of Thy quiver,
The foes to conquer speedily;
For they must surely fall before Thee,
When Thy almighty voice commands,
Yea, when Thy sword shows forth its glory,
The enemy defeated stands.

4. Thy throne, O Christ, shall stand forever,
Thy realm is filled with righteousness;
Thy scepter is uplifted ever,
Thou hatest all ungodliness;
Thou art with oil of joy anointed
Above Thy fellows, every one;
The kingdom God to Thee appointed,
Where peace and joys surround Thy throne.

5. Thy garments that are very precious
Send forth a perfume, pure and rare,
When Thou dost come from out Thy palace
In kingly robes beyond compare!
O Lord, so awesome in the glory
Of heavenly light and majesty;
O Victor great, with praise and honor
Wilt Thou be crowned eternally!

6. Arrayed in garments of Thy splendor
Kings’ daughters now before Thee stand;
The Bride, in raiment bright with grandeur,
Is standing at Thine own right hand.
Belovéd Daughter, His voice heeding,
Now thy devoted Lord adore;
Forget Thy people and their pleading,
Thy father’s house forevermore!

7. The Bride appears with grace adornéd,
With her great King’s most glorious dress.
Her garments are in gold embroidered,
With everlasting righteousness.
Then, in the raiment He made precious
With His own blood on Calvary,
He leadeth her into His palace,
To dwell with Him eternally.

8. Instead of fathers, Thou hast children
Whom Thou dost set on earth to reign
As rulers, and as they who conquer
They follow in the Victor’s train.
They think of Thee with joy and gladness,
All nations thank Thee and adore,
And in the blesséd everlasting
Thy praise shall sound forevermore!