169--Thou, Lord, to God art precious,

Thou, Lord, to God art precious,

169

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