Book of God's word and Nature

Verse 1

Thou lovely Source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore! Unvail thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more.

Verse 2

Thy glory o'er creation shines;-- But in thy sacred word, I read, in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord.

Verse 3

'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sin and sorrow rise, Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies.

Verse 4

But ah! too soon the pleasing scene Is clouded o'er with pain; My gloomy fears rise dark between, And I again complain.

Verse 5

Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light! Oh, come with blissful ray; Break radiant through the shades of night, And chase my fears away.

Verse 6

Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of thy love: But the full glories of thy face Are only known above.