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

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

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

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

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

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

not blind; was could Lord, see I I