WITH GLORIOUS CLOUDS ENCOMPASSED ROUND

[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 me 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 my sorrows heal,
that once disfigured face.

[6]
I view the Lamb in his own light,
whom angels dimly see,
and gaze transported at the sight,
to all eternity.