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

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

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

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

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

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

not Lord, blind; could I see was I