The Psalms of David ‎#I.LXXIII

I.LXXIII. Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord

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
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Scripture:
  Song of Solomon 4:1
  ;
  Song of Solomon 4:7-11
• Topic: Beauty of the Church in the Eyes of Christ; Song of Solomon paraphrased

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