On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,
And his eyes are as quivers of beams.
7 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with his breath.
8 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow
That water the garden of grace;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.