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 heavenly 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 favourite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 Oh happy hour, when thou shall rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescention of his love.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | The King of saints, how fair his face |
| Title: | Christ and his Church; or the Mysticle Marriage |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Christ: his perennial Glories and Government; Church: of the Gentiles; Church: the spouse of Christ (7 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |