MY heart is full of Christ, and longs Its glorious matter to declare! Of Him I make my loftier songs, I cannot from His praise forbear; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The glories of my heavenly King.
Fairer than all the earth-born race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart; God ever blessed! we bow the knee, And own all fulness dwells in Thee.
Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit’s sword, And take to Thee Thy power divine; Stir up Thy strength, Almighty Lord, All power and majesty are Thine: Assert Thy worship and renown; O all-redeeming God, come down!
Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause, And let Thy glorious toil succeed; O spread the victory of Thy Cross, Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed! Through earth triumphantly ride on, And reign in every heart alone.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88