Text:The love of Christ to the church in his language to her, and provisions for her

I.LXXVII. The love of Christ to the church in his language to her, and provisions for her

1 Now in the gall'ries of his grace
Appears the King, and thus he says,
"How fair my saints are in my sight!
"My love! how pleasant for delight!"

2 Kind is thy language, sov'reign Lord,
There's heav'nly grace in ev'ry word!
From that dear mouth a stream divine
Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.

3 Such wond'rous love awakes the lip
Of saints that were almost asleep,
To speak the praises of thy name,
And make our cold affections flame.

4 These are the joys he lets us know,
In fields and villages below,
Gives us a relish of his love,
But keeps his noblest feast above.

5 In Paradise within the gates,
A higher entertainment waits:
Fruits new and old laid up in store,
Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.

Text Information
First Line: Now in the gall'ries of his grace
Title: The love of Christ to the church in his language to her, and provisions for her
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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