| Song | Thou Lovely Source of True Delight |
| Artist | Jars of Clay |
| Album | Redemption Songs |
| 作词 : Steele, Twit | |
| Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore | |
| Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more | |
| Oh that I might love Thee more | |
| Thy glory o'er creation shines yet in Thy sacred word | |
| I read in fairer brighter lines my bleeding, dying Lord | |
| See my bleeding, dying Lord | |
| 'Tis here whene'er my comforts droop and sin and sorrows rise | |
| Thy love with cheering beams of hope my fainting heart supplies | |
| My fainting heart's supplied | |
| And ah too soon the pleasing scene is clouded over with pain | |
| My gloomy fears rise dark between and I again complain | |
| Oh and I again complain | |
| Jesus my Lord, my life, my light, oh come with blissful ray | |
| Break radiant through the shades of night and chase my fears away | |
| Won't you chase my fears away | |
| Then shall my soul with rapture trace the wonders of Thy love | |
| But the full glories of Thy face are only known above | |
| They are only known above | |
| Oh come let us adore | |
| My bleeding dying Lord |
| zuò cí : Steele, Twit | |
| Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore | |
| Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more | |
| Oh that I might love Thee more | |
| Thy glory o' er creation shines yet in Thy sacred word | |
| I read in fairer brighter lines my bleeding, dying Lord | |
| See my bleeding, dying Lord | |
| ' Tis here whene' er my comforts droop and sin and sorrows rise | |
| Thy love with cheering beams of hope my fainting heart supplies | |
| My fainting heart' s supplied | |
| And ah too soon the pleasing scene is clouded over with pain | |
| My gloomy fears rise dark between and I again complain | |
| Oh and I again complain | |
| Jesus my Lord, my life, my light, oh come with blissful ray | |
| Break radiant through the shades of night and chase my fears away | |
| Won' t you chase my fears away | |
| Then shall my soul with rapture trace the wonders of Thy love | |
| But the full glories of Thy face are only known above | |
| They are only known above | |
| Oh come let us adore | |
| My bleeding dying Lord |