My dearest Redeemer, thou light of my days

1 My dearest Redeemer, thou Light of my Days,
My Heart's sincere Language shall shew forth thy Praise:
I now can behold the Smiles of thy Face,
Thy Glory, dear Saviour, the Fountain of Grace:
I'll tell the World of thee, of thy shedding Blood,
That wonderful Myst'ry and Glory of God.

2 'Tis Jesus, Jehovah, the wounded I AM,
Who dy'd on Golgotha, the sacrific'd Lamb;
His Beauties I see, thro' each weeping Wound;
His Body all bleeding where true Joys abound:
He dy'd, but lives ever, and reigns over all;
He is my dear Saviour, his Name I extol.

3 He is my true Lover, whose Grace never ends;
My Soul bow and wonder, and view his pierc'd Hands!
Remember his Love, his Death, and his Smart,
And all his wounds number, the Life of my Heart:
He is my dear Portion! what can I want more?
Freed from condemnation, I bow and adore.

4 Who can but admire so faithful a Friend,
Unchangeable Lover, who loves to the End?
Ere long I shall be amidst the lov'd Throng;
There, loud as the Thunders, I'll sing the new Song:
Still gazing, admiring, and singing most sweet,
And also embracing his pier'd Hands and Feet.

Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #II.XII