I.LXXIII. The church's beauty in the eys of Christ

1 Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord,
Affection sounds in ev'ry word:
"Lo thou art fair, my love! {he cries)
"Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.

2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice
"Salutes mine ear with secret joys;
"No spice so much delights the smell,
"Nor milk nor honey tastes so well.]

3 "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
"I will behold no spot in thee."
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!

4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heav'nly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.

5 "My sister and my spouse (he cries)
"Bound to my heart by various ties,
"Thy pow'rful love my heart detains
"In strong delight and pleasing chains."

6 He calls me from the leopard's den,
From this wild world of beasts and men,
To Sion, where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.

Text Information
First Line: Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord
Title: The church's beauty in the eys of Christ
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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