A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#XXII

XXII. With glorious clouds encompast round

1 With glorious clouds encompast 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 suff'ring 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,
Those wounds which all my sorrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.

6 Before my eyes of faith confest,
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb:
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
And tell me all thy name.

7 Jehovah in thy person show,
Jehovah crucify'd!
And then the pard'ning God I know,
And fell the blood apply'd.

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

Text Information

• First Line: With glorious clouds encompast round
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Penitential

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