1 Fair Salem's Daughters ask to know
Why I should love my Jesus so;
What are his Charms, say they, above
The Objects of another's Love?
2 Yes, my Beloved, to my Sight
Shews a sweet Mixture, Red and White;
All human Beauties, all divine,
In my Beloved meet and Shine.
3 White is his Soul, from Blemish free;
Red was his Blood he shed for me;
The Fairest of Ten Thousand Fairs;
A Sun among ten Thousand stars.
4 His Head the finest Gold excels;
There Wisdom in Perfection dwells,
And Glory, like a Crown, adorns
Those Temples once best with Thorns.
5 Compassions in his Heart are found,
Hard by the signals of his Wound:
His Sacred Side no more shall bear
The cruel Scourge, the piercing Spear.
6 His Hands are fairer to behold
Than Diamonds set in Rings of Gold;
Those heav'nly Hands that on the Tree
Where nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.
7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble Knees,
Loaded with Sins and Agonies,
Now on the Throne of his Command,
His Legs like Marble Pillars stand.
8 His Eyes are Majesty and Love,
The Eagle temper'd with the Dove;
No more shall trickling Sorrows roll,
Thro' those dear Windows of his Soul.
9 His Mouth that pour'd out long Complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting Saints;
His Countenance more graceful is
Than Lebanon with all its Trees.
10 All over Glorious is my Lord,
Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd;
His Worth if all the nations knew
Sure ev'ry one would Love him too.
|First Line:||Fair Salem's Daughters ask to know|
|Title:||Christ the Beloved described|
|Topic:||Being and Perfections of God|