O Lovely Source of True DelightAnne Steele, 1760O lovely Source of true delight,Whom I unseen adore!Unveil Your beauties to my sight,That I may love You more.Your glory over creation shines;But in Your sacred Word,I read in fairer, brighter lines,My bleeding, dying Lord.'Tis here whenever my comforts droop,And sin and sorrow rise,Your love with cheering beams of hope,My fainting heart supplies.But O too soon the pleasing scene,Is clouded over 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 through the dark shades of night,And chase my fears away.Then shall my soul with rapture traceThe wonders of Your love.But the full glories of Your faceAre only known above.