WITH glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, May God, th’Unsearchable, be found? Will He appear to me?
Would He forsake His throne above, Himself to us impart? Come, teach us from Thy Word of love, And move in every heart!
In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design, That brought the suffering Son of Man, To shed His blood divine.
Didst Thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That we may now perceive Thee near, And our Redeemer know?
Come now, and to our souls reveal That dear disfigured face, The wounds which all my sorrows heal, The heights and depths of grace.
O Saviour, in Thy person show, Our Sovereign crucified! And then the pardoning God we’ll know, And feel Thy blood applied.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88