Earth has nothing sweet or fair

Verse 1

Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

Verse 2

When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Saviour’s form I find Brightly imaged on my mind.

Verse 3

When the star-beams pierce the night, Oft I think of Jesus’ light; Think how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity.

Verse 4

Come, Lord Jesus! and dispel This dark cloud in which I dwell, And to me the power impart To behold Thee as Thou art.