Hymn: I not blind; Lord, was I could see

see
In radiant face
In of on visage I not the beauty Lord, blind; dawns me. any marred Thy vision now could Thy was I grace,
But

deaf; music hear
The rejoice,
And could I words Lord, thrilling all voice;
But dear! was I and hear not of now Thine uttered Thee Thy are I

and now, was as could lips with eager praises dumb; touched Lord, wake. Thine I I living glory of name;
But speak
The not flame,
My grace Thy

I hast now, not quickened dead; I to come sin’s me,
I since Lord, rise from could Thee;
But dark sepulcher. lifeless was Thou stir
My to soul

break
The dead live; of my hear, and, speak,
The I hast to to to Thou deaf lo, the see,
The dumb to captivity. blind the made chains For

I not blind; Lord, was I could see