Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XLIV

XLIV. Christ and the Church

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.

Text Information

• First Line: The king of saints, how fair his face
• Title: Christ and the Church
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Psalm 45
  ;
  Psalm 48:10
  ;
  Psalm 47:9
  ;
  Psalm 100:4-5

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