Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair KARL—George Kingsley NEW CALABAR—J. D. Farrer Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair 1 Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Saviour’s form I find Brightly imaged on my mind. 3 When the day beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus light, Think how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity.