392		CM
	WITH glorious clouds encompassed round,    Whom angels dimly see, May God, th’Unsearchable, be found?     Will He appear to me?
2	Would He forsake His throne above,     Himself to us impart? Come, teach us from Thy Word of love,     And move in every heart!
3	In manifested love explain     Thy wonderful design, That brought the suffering Son of Man,     To shed His blood divine.
4	Didst Thou not in our flesh appear,     And live and die below, That we may now perceive Thee near,     And our Redeemer know?
5	Come now, and to our souls reveal     That dear disfigured face, The wounds which all my sorrows heal,     The heights and depths of grace.
6	O Saviour, in Thy person show,     Our Sovereign crucified! And then the pardoning God we’ll know,     And feel Thy blood applied.
	Charles Wesley, 1707-88