O lovely source of true delight
Whom I unseen adore Unveil your beauties to my sight That I may
love you more Your glory, your creation shines But in your sacred
words My bleeding, dying Lord. Tis here whene'er my comforts
droop, And sin and sorrow rise, Your love with cheering beams
of hope My fainting heart supplies. Is clouded or with pain My gloomy
fears rise dark between And I again complain My Lord, my life, my light Oh,
come with blissful ray Break through the dark shades of night
And chase my fears away Then shall my soul with rapture
trace The wonders of your love But the full glories of your
face Are only known