Psalm 45 Part 1 - John Michael Talbot, The Monks of Little Portion Hermitage

Yours is more than mortal beauty

Every word you speak is for love grace

My heart overflows with noble words

To the king I must speak the song I have made

My tongue as nimble as the pen of a scribe

You are the fairest of the children of men

And graciousness is poured upon your lips

Because God has blessed you for evermore

O mighty one, gird your sword upon your thigh

In splendor and state, ride on in triumph

For the cause of truth and goodness and right

Take aim with your bow in your dread right hand

Your arrows are sharp, peoples fall beneath you

The foes of the king fall down and lose heart

Your throne, O God, shall endure for ever

A scepter of justice is the scepter of your kingdom

Your love is for justice;

your hatred for evil

Therefore God, your God, has anointed you

With the oil of gladness above other kings

Your robes are fragrant with aloes and myrrh

From the ivory palace you are greeted with music

The daughters of kings are among your loved ones

On your right stands the queen in gold of Ophir

Glory to the Father

And to the Son

And to the Holy Spirit

As it was in the beginning

Is now

And will be for ever

Amen