GLORIOUS CLOUDS

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 me impart?
Answer, Thou Man of grief and love,
And speak It to my heart!

In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;
What meant the suffering Son of Man,
The streaming blood divine?