Jesus, beautiful Saviour.

 Jesus, Beautiful Saviour

A Reflection on Isaiah 33:17 and Psalm 45:2

Jesus, beautiful Saviour—not handsome in the way of men,

But radiant with the glory that was veiled and hidden then.

Your beauty is not symmetry of feature or of frame,

But the splendor of Your sacrifice, the holiness of Your name.

You are the most excellent of men and Your lips have been anointed with grace. (Psalm 45:2)

Beautiful in the manger—the helpless, holy child,

Whose quiet breath would speak the words that tame the raging wild.

Beautiful in the garden, where drops of blood like sweat

Fell to the ground while angels wept at what their King would get.

Beautiful on the cross—stripped, mocked, and crucified,

Yet there the beauty of Your love could never, ever hide.

For nails could not contain the grace that flowed from every wound,

And darkness could not comprehend the Light that was entombed.

Your eyes will see the King in His beauty. (Isaiah 33:17)

But the most beautiful morning—the stone rolled away, the empty grave,

The risen Lord, the death-defeated, the mighty one to save.

Now seated at the Father's side, with scars upon Your throne,

You are the fairest of ten thousand, and You call me Your own.

Jesus, beautiful Saviour—my heart is captured by Your face.

In all the universe, there is no other, no other place

Where beauty and forgiveness, where justice and where grace

So perfectly embrace.

Beautiful Saviour. My soul's true delight.

Beautiful Saviour. Turn my darkness into light.

Amen.