1 O my Savior, glorified!
Now the heavens, opened wide,
Show to faith's exultant eye
One in beauteous majesty.
2 Worthy of the sweetest praise
That my ransomed heart can raise,
Is that Man in whom alone
God Himself is fully known.
3 For those clustering glories prove
That glad gospel, "God is Love"
Whilst those wounds, in glory bright,
Voice the solemn, "God is Light."
4 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.
5 O my Savior, glorified,
Turn my eye from all beside,
Let me but Thy beauty see,
Other light is dark to me.