Great God! To Me The Sight Afford

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.