21    L.M.     Isaac Watts
A Description of Christ, the Beloved. Song. 5. 9-16

1 The wondering world inquires to know
  Why I should love my Jesus so;
  “What are his charms,” say they, “above
  The objects of a mortal love?”

2 Yes, my Beloved to my sight
  Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
  All human beauties, all divine,
  In my Beloved meet and shine.

3 White is his soul, from blemish free;
  Red with the blood he shed for me;
  The fairest of ten thousand fairs;
  A sun amongst ten thousand stars.

4 [His head the finest gold excels;
  There wisdom in perfection dwells;
  And glory, like a crown, adorns
  Those temples once beset with thorns.

5 Compassions in his heart are found,
  Hard by the signals of his wound;
  His sacred side no more shall bear
  The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.]

6 [His hands are fairer to behold
  Than diamonds, set in rings of gold;
  Those heavenly hands that on the tree
  Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me.]

7 [Though once he bowed his feeble knees,
  Loaded with sins and agonies,
  Now on the throne of his command,
  His legs like marble pillars stand.]

8 [His eyes are majesty and love,
  The eagle tempered with the dove;
  No more shall trickling sorrows roll
  Through those dear windows of his soul.]

9 [His mouth, that poured out long complaints,
  Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints;
  His countenance more graceful is
  Than Lebanon, with all its trees.]

10 All over glorious is my Lord;
  Must be beloved, and yet adored;
  His worth if all the nations knew,
  Sure the whole world would love him too!