Fairer than the Sons of Men

Verse 1

Eternal excellence! Thy Worms would fain declare, In the divinest sense How thou art heav'nly fair: O Prince, Messiah, thou art seen The fairest of the sons of men.

Verse 2

Jesus, thy beauties shine Bright, infinitely bright; Both human and divine, In thee, O Lamb, unite! Whate'er in heav'n or earth we see, As beautiful, are types of thee.

Verse 3

The son, the moon, the stars, With all the thrones above, Thine excellence declare, Thy beauty, pow'r, and love: All worlds before thy throne we see, A sea of glass reflecting thee.

Verse 4

Man in his first estate, Most wonderfully form'd, With beauty's pow'rs replete, With holiness adorn'd, From ev'ry spot and blemish free, Was but a figure, Lord, of thee.

Verse 5

As blood of goats, and lambs, Is to thy blood divine, Or, as their altar flames, Dear Jesus are to thine; So Adam's purity appears, To thee no more proportion bears.

Verse 6

Self int'rest, Lord, shall fail, Man's haughtiness sinks low; Thy beauty, Lord, prevail; We at thy footstool bow: Thou know'st our heart, we need no more; Give us to worship, love, adore.