144. My True Delight

Thou lovely source of true delight, whom I unseen adore!  Unvail thy beauties to my sight, that I may love thee more.

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Thy glory o'er creation shines; but in thy sacred word, I read, in fairer, brighter lines, my bleeding, dying Lord.

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'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, and sin and sorrow rise, Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, my fainting heart supplies.

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Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light!  Oh, come with blissful ray; Break radiant thro' the shades of night, and chase my fears away.

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Then shall my soul with rapture trace the wonders of thy love: But the full glories of thy face are only known above.