blind; Lord, was see could not I I

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grace,
But face
In dawns the beauty not was vision Lord, I blind; I could any see
In visage radiant marred Thy now of Thy me. on
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dear! deaf; words are hear
The Thee of uttered could I I and thrilling music rejoice,
And hear I Thy Lord, all now voice;
But Thine was not
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grace was with I living Lord, eager glory and wake. I lips could touched not speak
The praises Thine of as Thy flame,
My name;
But now, dumb;
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I since to sepulcher. lifeless not now, dead; to Thee;
But quickened come I was could Thou sin’s soul Lord, from stir
My me,
I dark hast rise
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to of to captivity. lo, my dumb chains see,
The break
The and, blind dead to speak,
The For the hear, hast I live; to made deaf the Thou