The Wondering World Enquires to Know

Verse 1

The wondering world enquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so:
“What are his charms,” say they, “above
”The objects of a mortal love!”

Verse 2

Yes, my beloved, to my sight,
Shews a sweet mixture red and white:
All human beauties, all divine,
In my beloved meet and shine,

Verse 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.

Verse 4

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

Verse 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.

Verse 6

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

Verse 7

Tho’ once he bow’d his feeble knees,
Loaded with sins and agonies,
Now on the throne of his command
His legs like marble pillars stand.

Verse 8

His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper’d with the dove:
No more shall trickling sorrows roll
Thro’ those dear windows of his soul.

Verse 9

His mouth, that pour’d out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints;
His countenance more graceful is
Than Lebanon with all its trees.

Verse 10

All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be belov’d, and yet ador’d:
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.