1 Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord,
Affection sounds in ev'ry word:
"Lo thou art fair, my love! {he cries)
"Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.
2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice
"Salutes mine ear with secret joys;
"No spice so much delights the smell,
"Nor milk nor honey tastes so well.]
3 "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
"I will behold no spot in thee."
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!
4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heav'nly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.
5 "My sister and my spouse (he cries)
"Bound to my heart by various ties,
"Thy pow'rful love my heart detains
"In strong delight and pleasing chains."
6 He calls me from the leopard's den,
From this wild world of beasts and men,
To Sion, where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.
7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.
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First Line: | Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord |
Title: | The church's beauty in the eys of Christ |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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