The King of Saints, How Fair His Face! WARD—Lowell Mason The King of Saints, How Fair His Face! 1 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. 2 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. 3 Oh, happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies; And all thy sons, a numerous train,