1 The wondering 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. 2 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. 3 Compassions in His heart are found, Hard by the signals of His wound;
 His sacred side no more shall bear,

To God the Father’s throne, Perpetual honors raise; Glory to God the Son;
 To God the Spirit praise;  And while our lips their tribute bring, Our faith adores the name we sing.

1 Beloved of the Lord most high, 
Let praises be your sweet employ; Ye sons of God, rejoice, and sing, The honors of your Lord and King. Ye sons of God, rejoice, and sing, The honors of your Lord and King. 2 Your heavenly Father ever lives, And all His choicest treasure gives; To you, the favorites of His heart, Nor will He ever with you part. To you, the favorites of His heart, Nor will He ever with you part. 3 Whatever be your lot below,
 Though you thru gloomy paths may go, Your heavenly Father is your Light,
 And He will guide your footsteps right. Your heavenly Father is your Light, 
And He will guide your footsteps right.

1 Immortal honors, Rest on Jesus’ head; My God, my Portion, And my Living Bread; In Him I live,  Upon Him cast my care;
 He saves from death, Destruction, and despair. 2 He is my Refuge, In each deep distress; 
The Lord my strength, And glorious righteousness; Through floods and flames, He leads me safely on, And daily makes His sovereign, Goodness known. 3 My every need, He richly will supply;
 Nor will His mercy, Ever let me die; In Him there dwells, A treasure all divine,
 And matchless grace has made, That treasure mine.