
1 Thou lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!
Unvail thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
2 Thy glory o'er creation shines;--
But in thy sacred word,
I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.
3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,
Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.
4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.
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.
6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient & modern (Abr. ed.) #201
First Line: | Thou lovely Source of true delight |
Title: | Book of God's word and Nature |
Author: | Anne Steele |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |