The Bible Full of Christ.

THOU lovely source of true delight, Unseen whom I adore Unveil thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more. Thy glory o'er creation shines; But in thy sacred word I read, in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord.

'Tis here whene'er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise, Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies.

Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, Oh, come with blissful ray; Break, radiant through the shades of night, And drive my fears away.