HYMN 77
L. M.
The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, and provisions for her. SS 7:5-13.
Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight! My love how pleasant for delight!" | Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heav'nly grace in every word; From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. | Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And makes our cold affections flame. | These are the joys he lets us know In fields and villages below; Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above. | In Paradise, within the gates, A higher entertainment waits Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more. | |