The Psalms of David ‎#XLVd

XLVd. Christ and his Church, or, The mystical Marrage

1 The King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The Queen array'd in purest gold:
The world admires her heav'nly dress;
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own;
He calls and seats her near his throne:
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the King the more rejoice,
In thee the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy maker and thy Lord.

5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons a num'rous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.

6 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

Text Information

• First Line: The King of saints, how fair his face
• Title: Christ and his Church, or, The mystical Marrage
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 45

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