Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms #45d (1793) 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 Oh 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. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English
Christ and his Church; or, the mystical Marriage
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