O my Savior, glorified

O my Savior, glorified!
  Now the heavens, opened wide,
Show to faith’s exultant eye
  One in beauteous majesty.
Worthy of the sweetest praise
  That my ransomed heart can raise,
Is that Man in whom alone
  God Himself is fully known.
For those clust’ring glories prove
  That glad gospel, “God is Love,”
Whilst those wounds, in glory bright.
  Voice the solemn, “God is Light.”
Hark, my soul! thy Savior sings;
  Catch the joy that music brings,
And, with that sweet flood of song,
  Pour thy whisp’ring praise along.
O my Savior, glorified,
  Turn my eye from all beside,
Let me but Thy beauty see,
  Other light is dark to me.