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 oer creation shines But in Thy sacred Word I read in fairer, brighter lines My bleeding, dying Lord, See my bleeding, dying Lord Tis here, wheneer my comforts droop And sin and sorrow rise Thy love with cheering beams of hope My fainting heart supplies, My fainting hearts supplied But ah! Too soon the pleasing scene Is clouded oer 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, Wont 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