Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore
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Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more
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Oh that I might love Thee more
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Thy glory o'er creation shines yet in Thy sacred word
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I read in fairer brighter lines my bleeding, dying Lord
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Oh my bleeding, dying Lord
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'Tis here whene'er my comforts droop and sin and sorrows rise
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Thy love with cheering beams of hope my fainting heart supplies
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My fainting heart's supplied
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And ah too soon the pleasing scene is clouded over with pain
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My gloomy fears rise dark between and I again complain
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Oh and I again complain
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Jesus my Lord, my life, my light, oh come with blissful ray
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Break radiant through the shades of night and chase my fears away
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Won't you chase my fears away
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Then shall my soul with rapture trace the wonders of Thy love
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But the full glories of Thy face are only known above
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They are only known above
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Oh come let us adore
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My bleeding dying Lord
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Thou Lovely Source Of True Delight
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