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 yet in Thy sacred word. I read in fairer brighter lines my bleeding dying Lord. Oh my bleeding dying Lord. ‘Tis here whene’er my comforts droop and sin and sorrows rise. Thy love with cheering beams of hope my fainting heart supplies. My fainting heart’s supplied. And ah too soon the pleasing scene is clouded over 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. Oh come let us adore. My bleeding dying Lord