Thou Lovely Source of True Delight (#66) (congregation recording, 3:02)
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 o'er creation shines But in Thy sacred Word I read in fairer, brighter lines My bleeding, dying Lord See 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's supplied My fainting heart's supplied
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 Oh 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