Fairest Lord Je­sus, Rul­er of all na­ture,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cher­ish, Thee will I hon­or,
Thou, my soul’s glo­ry, joy and crown.

Fair are the mea­dows, fair­er still the wood­lands,
Robed in the bloom­ing garb of spring;
Jesus is fair­er, Je­sus is pur­er,
Who makes the woe­ful heart to sing.

Fair is the sun­shine, fairer still the moon­light,
And all the twink­ling star­ry host;
Jesus shines bright­er, Je­sus shines pur­er
Than all the an­gels Heav’n can boast.

All fair­est beau­ty, hea­ven­ly and earth­ly,
Wondrously, Je­sus, is found in Thee;
None can be near­er, fair­er or dear­er,
Than Thou, my Sav­ior, art to me.

Beautiful Sav­ior! Lord of all the na­tions!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and hon­or, praise, ado­ra­tion,
Now and for­ev­er more be Thine.