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

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

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

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

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

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

I blind; could I Lord, was not see