King of Saints How Fair His Face { The King of Saints How Fair His Face! WARD-Lowell Mason The King of Saints, How Fair His Face! } The king of saints, how fair his face! Adorned with majesty and grace, He comes, with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. At his right hand, our eyes behold The queen, arrayed in purest gold; The world admires her heavenly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness. Oh, happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies; And all thy sons, a numerous train, Each, like a prince, in glory reign. Let endless honors crown his head; Let every age his praises spread; While we, with cheerful songs, approve The condescension of his love.