Infinite excellence Is Thine Thou lovely Prince of grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. Sinners from earth???s remotest end Come bending at Thy feet; To Thee their prayers and vows ascend; In Thee their wishes meet. Thy Name as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odor spreads Through all Immanuel???s ground. Millions of happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store; From Thee they all their bliss receive, And still Thou givest more. Thou are their triumph and their joy, They find their all in Thee; Thy glories will their tongues employ To all eternity.