1    The wondering world inquires to know
        Why I should love my Jesus so;
        “What are his charms,” say they, “above
        The objects of a mortal love?”
    2    Yes, my Beloved to my sight
        Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
        All human beauties, all divine,
        In my Beloved meet and shine.
    3    White is his soul, from blemish free;
        Red with the blood he shed for me;
        The fairest of ten thousand fairs;
        A sun amongst ten thousand stars.
    4    [His head the finest gold excels;
        There wisdom in perfection dwells;
        And glory, like a crown, adorns
        Those temples once beset with thorns.
    5    Compassions in his heart are found,
        Hard by the signals of his wound;
        His sacred side no more shall bear
        The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.]
    6    [His hands are fairer to behold
        Than diamonds, set in rings of gold;
        Those heavenly hands that on the tree
        Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me.]
    7    [Though once he bowed his feeble knees,
        Loaded with sins and agonies,
        Now on the throne of his command,
        His legs like marble pillars stand.]
    8    [His eyes are majesty and love,
        The eagle tempered with the dove;
        No more shall trickling sorrows roll
        Through those dear windows of his soul.]
    9    [His mouth, that poured out long complaints,
        Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints;
        His countenance more graceful is
        Than Lebanon, with all its trees.]
    10    All over glorious is my Lord;
        Must be beloved, and yet adored;
        His worth if all the nations knew,
        Sure the whole world would love him too!
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #21