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
And the stars will fade away
But Your throne will last forever
As it was it 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
And oh, the beauty of the nail pierced hands
The crown of thorns, the blood You've shed
And, oh, the wonder of the mystery
That You would give Your life for me