O my Saviour, 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 clustering glories prove
That glad gospel, God is Love,
Whilst those wounds, in glory bright,
Voice the solemn, God is Light.

Holy Light, whose searching ray
Brings but into perfect day
Beauties that my heart must win
To the Sinless once made Sin!

Hark, my soul! thy Saviour sings;
Catch the joy that music brings;
And, with that sweet flood of song,
Pour thy whispering praise along.

O my Saviour, glorified,
Turn my eye from all beside,
Let me but Thy beauty see,
Other light is dark to me.