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 fair the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer;
Then 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
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