With Glorious Clouds Encompassed Round

With glo­ri­ous clouds en­com­passed round

Whom an­gels dim­ly see

Will the Un­search­able be found

Or God ap­pear to me?

Will He for­sake His throne ab­ove

Himself to men im­part?

Answer

Thou Man of grief and love

And speak it to my heart.

Didst Thou not in our flesh ap­pear

And live and die be­low

That I may now per­ceive Thee near

And my Re­deem­er know?

Come

then

and to my soul re­veal

The heights and depths of grace

Those wounds which all my sor­rows heal

Which all my sins ef­face.

Then shall I see in His own light

Whom an­gels dimly see:

And gaze

trans­port­ed at the sight

To all eter­ni­ty.