Oh! thou art fair, Lord Jesus,
Fairer than all beside;
Fairer than earth’s fair sunshine,
Or ocean’s glittering tide—
Fair in thy shadeless glory,
Fair in thy changeless love,
Fair in redemption’s story,
Fair on the throne above.
But oh! to my soul thou’rt fairest,
As I muse on the bridal morn,
When the home which thou preparest
Thy bloodbought shall adorn;
Then, then, shall she rise to greet thee,
Thine own, thy chosen Bride,
Then, then, shall mine eye behold thee,
And I shall be satisfied.
E. C. L.