Classic Poem

HYMN II.

Thou art all love, my dearest Lord,
Thou art all lovely too:
Thy love I at thy table taste,
Thy loveliness I view.

Thy divine beauty, veil'd with flesh,
Thy enemies despise;
Thy mangled body they disdain,
And turn from thee their eyes.

But thou more lovely art to me
For all that thou hast borne:
Each cloud sets off thy lustre more;
Thee all thy scars adorn.

Thy garments tinctur'd with thy blood,
The best and noblest dye,
Out-shine the robes that princes wear;
Thy thorns their gems out-vie.

That I may be all love to thee,
And lovely like thee too,
O cleanse me with thy precious blood,
And me thy beauty shew.

My former vows I now renew:
O Lord, as thou art mine;
I freely give my heart to thee,
For ever I'll be thine.