'Thou lovely source of true delight,
whom I unseen adore,
unveil thy beauties to my sight
that I might love thee more.
Thy glory o'er creation shines,
but in thy sacred Word
I read in fairer, brighter lines
my bleeding, dying Lord.
'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop
and sin and sorrow rise,
thy love with cheering beams of hope
my fainting heart supplies.
But ah! Too soon the pleasing scene
is clouded o'er with pain.
My gloomy fears rise dark between
and I again complain.
Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light,
oh come with blissful ray.
Break radiant through the shades of night
and chase my fears away.
Then shall my soul with rapture trace
the wonders of thy love.
But the full glories of thy face
are only known above.'
Anne Steele in Tim Chester, The Ordinary Hero, p.128.
