You Stand Above All Mortal Men (Where Endless Celebration Lies)(Psalm 45)

Great queens attend Your shining court,

And there the bride in Ophir gold

Stands close to be Your loved resort.

A grand and stirring song takes flight,

As royal words ignite the air,

My pen a swift and steady light.

You stand above all mortal men,

With words of grace upon Your Lips,

Where endless blessing starts again.

Bind tight the Sword upon Your Side,

O Hero clothed in Fierce Renown,

In Radiant Majesty You Ride.

O daughter, hear and bend your ear,

Leave all your kindred far behind,

And let your father’s house grow clear.

Go forth and conquer for the right,

With truth and mercy in Your Hand,

And work great wonders in Your Might.

Your arrows find the hidden foe,

The stubborn nations bend the knee,

And fall beneath the path You go.

Your Royal Seat shall never fade,

An Upright Scepter guides Your reign,

In justice everlasting made.

All radiant in her private room,

The princess wears a woven dress

Of shining gold that breaks the gloom.

You love the good and spurn the wrong,

So God has set You far above,

And blessed Your cup with joyful song.

Your robes breathe myrrh and cassia sweet,

While strings from ivory halls resound,

To make Your Quiet Gladness meet.

The King is charmed by what He sees; Bow down before His

Royal Face, For He is Lord and Master,

please.

In many-colored gowns she moves,

Led forward to the Waiting King,

With virgin friends whom custom proves.

The coast of Tyre will bring its wealth,

The richest of the land draw near,

To seek Your favor and Your health.

Instead of sires, Your sons shall rise,

To rule as princes far and wide,

Beneath the broad and open skies.

Your Name shall live through time and space,

And every nation lift a voice To sing Your everlasting praise.

With merry hearts and happy cries,

They cross the marble palace doors,

Where endless celebration lies. (hummmmm)