WITH
glorious clouds encompassed round,
Whom angels dimly see;
Will the Unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?
Will He
forsake His throne above,
Himself to worms impart?
Answer, thou Man of grief and love,
And speak it to my heart.
In
manifest love explain,
Thy wonderful design;
That meant the suff’ring Son of man?
The streaming blood divine?
Didst
thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,
That I may now perceive thee near,
And my Redeemer know?
Come,
then, and to my soul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
Those wounds which all my sorrows heal,
That dear disfigur’d face.
Before
my eyes of faith confess’d,
Stand forth a slaughter’d Lamb;
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
And tell me all thy name.
JEHOVAH in thy person
show,
JEHOVAH crucified!
And then the pard’ning
God I know,
And feel the blood applied.
I view the Lamb in his
own light,
Whom angels dimly see;
And gaze transported at the sight,
To all eternity.
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