Author: Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 86 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 47:9 First Line: The king of saints, how fair his face Lyrics: 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 robes 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 honours crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescension of his love.
Christ and the Church