CLXI.
[With glorious clouds encompass'd round]
With glorious clouds encompass'd 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 into my heart.
In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design,
What meant the suffering 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 disfigured 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 pardoning 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
Through all eternity.
