O Lovely Source of True Delight!

O Lovely Source of True Delight

Anne Steele, 1760

O lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!
Unveil Your beauties to my sight,
That I may love You more.

Your glory over creation shines;
But in Your sacred Word,
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

'Tis here whenever my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,
Your love with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

But O too soon the pleasing scene,
Is clouded over with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

Jesus my Lord, my life, my light!
Oh, come with blissful ray;
Break through the dark shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of Your love.
But the full glories of Your face
Are only known above.