8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,
And sing the bounties of our Lord: 
But the rich food on which we live
Demands more praise than tongues can give.]

Hymn 1:75. 
The description of Christ the beloved,
Cant. 5. 9-12 14 15 16.

1 The wondering world enquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so: 
“What are his charms,” say they, “above
“The objects of a mortal love!”

2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight,
Shews a sweet mixture red and white: 
All human beauties, all divine,
In my beloved meet and shine,

3 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.

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

5 Compassions 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.]

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

7 Tho’ 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.]

8 [His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper’d with the dove: 
No more shall trickling sorrows roll
Thro’ those dear windows of his soul.

9 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.]

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

Hymn 1:76. 
Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth,
Cant. 6. 1 2 3 12.

1 When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell;
Where he is gone, they fain would know,
That they may seek and love him too.

2 My best beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light in worlds unknown
But he descends, and shews his face
In the young gardens of his grace.

3 [In vineyards planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand;
He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies shew their spotless heads.

4 He has engross’d my warmest love,
No earthly charms my soul can move: 
I have a mansion in his heart,
Nor death nor hell shall make us part.]

5 [He takes my soul ere I’m aware,
And shews me where his glories are;
No chariot of Amminadib
The heavenly rapture can describe.

6 O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my last remove
To dwell for ever with my love.]