Unto what shall I liken thee, my fairest Lord, oh glorious King
Not in word or rhyme or melody could I express Your holiness
For the flowers lose their glory, the stars will fade away
But Your throne will last forever, as it was and is today
Oh lovely one, my heart’s desire
This offering of praise is all I have to bring to You
My dearest friend, oh lovely One, oh lovely One
Oh, the beauty of the nail-pierced hands, the crown of thorns, the blood You’ve shed
Oh, the wonder of the mystery, that You would give Your life for me
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