Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Watts on Wednesday: Hymn 75-- All Beauties in My Beloved Shine

This hymn (written by Isaac Watts) captures my own feeble attempts to describe the beauty of the Lord Jesus and my love towards him. The first verse describes something I think people who look at me who don’t know Jesus often wonder--“Why should I love my Jesus so: ‘What are his charms,’ say they, ‘above The objects of a mortal love?’” Here is but a brief description, wonderfully articulated, of the nature of the object of my deepest affection--Jesus.

Hymn 75: All Beauties In My Beloved Shine (title mine)Sol. Song v. 9-16

The wond’ring world inquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so:
“What are his charms,” say they, “above
The objects of a mortal love?”

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

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.

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

Compassion 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.

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

Though 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.

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

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.

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