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