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.