The clouds disperse, the shadows fly;
The Invisible appears in sight,
And God is seen by mortal eye.”
“O disclose Thy lovely face,
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers;
Haste, my Lord, no more delay!
Come, my Saviour, come away!
Dark and cheerless is the morn,