The Treasury Of Sacred Song

When with these eyes, closed now by Thee,

But then restored,

The great and white throne I shall see

Of my dread LORD;

And lowly kneeling -- for the most

Stiff, then must kneel, --

Shall look on Him, at Whose high cost

-- Unseen -- such joys I feel: --

Whatever arguments or skill

Wise heads shall use,

Tears only and my blushes still

I will produce.

And should those speechless beggars fail,

Which oft have won,

Then taught by Thee I will prevail,

And say, Thy will be done!