Thou Lovely Source of True Delight
Thou lovely source of true delight
Whom I unseen adore
Unveil Thy beauties to my sight
That I might love Thee more,
O that I might love Thee more.
Thy glory o’er creation shines
But 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 sorrow rise
Thy love with cheering beams of hope
My fainting heart supplies,
Oh, my fainting heart supplies.
But ah! Too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o’er with pain
My gloomy fears rise dark between
And I again complain,
Oh, and I again complain.
Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light
O 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.
~written by Anne Steele