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.