177    7s     J. Berridge
Christ altogether lovely. Ps. 45. 2; Song 5. 16

1 Soon as faith the Lord can see,
  Bleeding on the cross for me,
  Quick my idols all depart,
  Jesus gets and fills my heart.

2 [None among the sons of men,
  None among the heavenly train,
  Can with Jesus then compare;
  None so sweet and none so fair.]

3 Then my tongue would fain express
  All his love and loveliness;
  But I lisp and falter forth
  Broken words, not half his worth.

4 Vexed, I try and try again;
  Still my efforts all are vain;
  Living tongues are dumb at best;
  We must die to speak of Christ.

5 [Blessèd is the upper saint,
  Who can praise and never faint,
  Gazing on thee evermore,
  And with flaming heart adore.]

6 [Let the Lord a smile bestow
  On his lisping babes below,
  That will keep their infant tongue
  Prattling of him all day long.]