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