1 With glorious clouds encompast round,
Whom angels dimly see,
Will the Unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?
2 Will he forsake his throne above,
Himself to worms impart?
Answer, thou Man of Grief and Love,
And speak it to my heart.
3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;
What meant the suff'ring Son of Man?
The streaming blood divine?
4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,
That I may now perceive Thee near,
And my Redeemer know?
5 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.
6 Before my eyes of faith confest,
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb:
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
And tell me all thy name.
7 Jehovah in thy person show,
And then the pard'ning God I know,
And fell the blood apply'd.
8 I view the Lamb in His own light,
Whom angels dimly see:
And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity.
Source: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors #XXII
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