Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore

Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more

Oh that I might love Thee more



Thy glory o'er creation shines yet in Thy sacred word

I read in fairer brighter lines my bleeding, dying Lord

Oh my bleeding, dying Lord



'Tis here whene'er my comforts droop and sin and sorrows rise

Thy love with cheering beams of hope my fainting heart supplies

My fainting heart's supplied



And ah too soon the pleasing scene is clouded over with pain

My gloomy fears rise dark between and I again complain

Oh and I again complain



Jesus my Lord, my life, my light, oh come with blissful ray

Break radiant through the shades of night and chase my fears away

Won't you chase my fears away



Then shall my soul with rapture trace the wonders of Thy love

But the full glories of Thy face are only known above

They are only known above



Oh come let us adore

My bleeding dying Lord