Fairest of Ten Thousand by Tanya Goodman Sykes Lyrics

Prophets of old
Foretold Messiah's birth
He would come to save us
From the sins of the earth
Yet, when He came
Many would explain
He's a Prophet, a Priest
But He's not our King

Unto His own
He came unreceived
Still, there were many
Who dared believe
And when they called upon His name
The promised power came
They were born, not of flеsh
Not of blood, but of God

Son of the Highest
Bright Morning Star, You are Mеssiah
Oh, hear us as we raise
Our hearts to You in praise
Fairest of ten thousand
Fairest of ten thousand
Fairest of ten thousand to my soul
Son of the Highest
Bright Morning Star, You are Messiah
Oh, hear us as we raise
Our hearts to You in praise
Fairest of ten thousand
Fairest of ten thousand
Fairest of ten thousand to my soul

He's the Lily of the Valley
He's the Bright and Morning Star
He's the Fairest of ten thousand
Oh, everybody ought to know