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

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

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

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

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

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

I Lord, was could I blind; not see