Psalm XLV.
1
Of Christ that glorious King,
My heart shall now endite:
My tongue shall imitate the pen
Of those that nimbly write.
2
Thou fairest of all men,
Thy lips with grace abound:
Thou art the blessed of the Lord,
With endless glory crown'd.
3
Gird on thy sword, O prince,
And in majestick state,
Ride forth against thine enemies,
And still be fortunate.
4
Let meekness, truth and right,
Adorn thy peaceful reign:
But let thy terrors fall on them,
That do thy power disdain.
5
With arrows prick the hearts
Of them that are thy foes:
Till they at last submit themselves,
And thee no more oppose.
6
Thy throne, O Son of God,
For ever shall endure:
The scepter of thy kingdom, Lord,
Is righteous, just and pure.
7
Thou lovest righteousness,
And dost all sin detest:
Hence God doth thee, with oyl of joy,
Anoint above the rest.
8
From ivory palaces,
When thou with joy dost come,
Thy robes of myrrh and odours smell,
Perfuming all the room.
9
Kings daughters there appear,
And in a vest of gold,
At thy right hand the queen doth stand,
Most glorious to behold.
10
O princess most serene,
Consider now thy place:
Forget thy countrey and thy friends,
And all thy fathers race.
11
This will engage the king,
To love the still the more:
For he is now thy head and Lord,
And him thou must adore.
12
The Tyrians with their gifts,
Shall come unto the king:
And all the great ones of the earth,
To him shall presents bring.
13
And thou in robes of gold,
Within most richly wrought,
And curiously embroidered,
Shalt to the king be brought.
14
Thy maids of honour too,
That follow thee shall come:
And shall with joy admitted be,
Into the presence room.
15
And thou who didst forsake
Thy father and his land,
Thou shalt have children of thine own,
That shall the world command.
16
This nuptial song of joy,
I will for ever sing,
And ages shall commemorate,
This great and glorious King.
