1. Pure myrrh and cinnamon,
  Calamus and cassia��
  There are Thy elements,
  Jesus my Lord!
  In olive oil they're blent
  In wondrous measurement��
  O what an ointment this,
  Anointing us!
  Four��in��one mingled,
  Compound Spirit,
  Sweet with Christ's suffering death,
  Full of fragrance Of resurrection��
  O what an ointment flows In spirit, Lord!
2. Stacte and onycha,
  Galbanum and frankincense��
  There are Thy elements,
  Jesus my Lord!
  Stacte doth sons produce,
  Onycha from sin doth loose,
  Galbanum all death repels,
  In spirit, Lord.
  Equal proportion,
  In resurrection;
  Seasoned with salt are they,
  Ground into powder fine,
  Consumed with fire divine��
  O what an increase this,
  Jesus my Lord!
3. Ointment is Christ for us,
  Exceeding glorious!
  Incense is Christ for God,
  Wholly for Him,
  Ointment flows down to us,
  Christ is our portion thus;
  Incense ascends to God,
  Fragrant to Him.
  'Tis by th' anointing
  Christ we experience
  And then the incense burn.
  Christ in our prayer and praise��
  O what a Christ we raise
  From our experience,
  Precious to God.