By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 WITH glorious clouds encompassed round,
      Whom angels dimly see,
      Will the Unsearchable be found,
      Or God appear to me?

      2 Will he forsake his throne above,
      Himself to worms impart?
      Answer, thou Man of grief and love,
      And speak it to my heart!

      3 In manifested love explain
      Thy wonderful design;
      What meant the suffering Son of man,
      The streaming blood divine?

      4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
      And live and die below,
      That I may now perceive thee near,
      And my Redeemer know?

      5 Come then, and to my soul reveal
      The heights and depths of grace,
      The wounds which all thy sorrows heal,
      That dear disfigured face.

      6 Before my eyes of faith confest,
      Stand forth a slaughtered Lamb;
      And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
      And tell me all thy name.

      7 Jehovah in thy person show,
      Jehovah crucified!
      And then the pardoning God I know,
      And feel the blood applied;

      8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
      Whom angels dimly see,
      And gaze, transported at the sight,
      Through all eternity.