146. Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair

1 Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Saviour's form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.

Refrain:
Earth has nothing sweet or fair
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

2 When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus' light,—
Think,—how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.
When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;—who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.

3 When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,—
What must their Creator be?
Lord of all that's fair to see!
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, mid thy radiant light,
See thine unvailed glories bright.

Text Information
First Line: Earth has nothing sweet or fair
Title: Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair
Translator: F. E. Cox
Language: English
Publication Date: 1875
Tune Information
Name: [Earth has nothing sweet or fair]
Composer: T. E. Perkins



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