Infinite excellence is thine,

Thou lovely Prince of Grace!

Thy uncreated beauties shine

With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners from earth’s remotest end

Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and praise ascend,

In thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed,

Delights the church around;

Sweetly the sacred odors spread,

And purest joys abound.

4 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;

From thee they all their bliss receive,

And still thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy;

They find their all in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ

Through all eternity.