How fair is Thy face, yea fair,
Thou Son of God, Thou Prince of Grace!
O Thou my Shulamite, sweet and kind, yea kind,
All that I have is also Thine.
My Friend, Thou art mine, yea mine,
For evermore let me be Thine.
Thou canst me save, yea save
Both here on earth and 'yond the grave.
Remember my plight, yea plight,
Around me hostile swords flash bright.
Fly hither, Dove of Grace apace,
Among the rocks are peace and space.
How fair is Thy face,...