Thou, Lord, to God art precious (Hymn 169)

Verse 1: Thou, Lord, to God art precious, His chosen, His delight; With oil of joy, anointed, How comely in His sight. Verse 2: The altogether lovely, The fairest of the fair, Thy mouth with grace o'erfloweth; Our hearts their love declare. Verse 3: The wise men offered treasures And honored Thee at birth; Thou wast by noble buried, Still lovable in death. Verse 4: Thy head has been anointed, The lovely One Thou art; Thy feet anointed also, Beloved in every part. Verse 5: Thy death as myrrh in sweetness Man's spirit comforteth; Thy resurrection fragrance God's longing answereth. Verse 6: As henna flow'rs, Thy beauty In loveliness complete; As apple trees that flourish, Thy fruit abundant, sweet. Verse 7: Sweet wine Thy love surpasseth, Thy name an ointment is; We take Thee as our love feast And taste the sweetest bliss. Verse 8: As on Thyself we ponder And all Thy beauty trace, We taste to full Thy sweetness And rest in Thine embrace.