Great God! to me the sight afford To him of old allowed; And let my faith behold its Lord Descending in a cloud. In that revealing Spirit come down, Thine attributes proclaim, And to my inmost soul make known The glories of Thy Name. Jehovah, Christ, I Thee adore, Who gav’st my soul to be! Fountain of being, and of power, And great in majesty. The Lord, the mighty God, Thou art; But let me rather prove That name in-spoken to my heart, That favorite name of Love. Merciful God, Thyself proclaim In this polluted breast; Mercy is Thy distinguished name, Which suits a sinner best. Our misery doth for pity call, Our sin implores Thy grace; And Thou art merciful to all Our lost, apostate race. |