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 prepared,
Thy blood-bought shall adorn;
Then, then, shall she rise to greet Thee,
Thine own, Thy chosen bride;
Then, then, shall mine eyes behold Thee,
And I shall be satisfied.