tr., John Brownlie
Lord, give me sight for I am blind,
Thy blessed face I cannot see;
But Thou art merciful and kind, --
O let Thy mercy come to me.
And hear my prayer amid the cries,
Of surging crowds that round Thee press;
Come near and touch my sealèd eyes,
And let me know Thy power to bless.
Didst Thou not come a Light to men,
To fill with light the darkened soul,
To raise the dead to life again,
And make the sin-sick spirit whole?
O touch mine eyes, and let the light
That shines from heaven my spirit find;
I grope, and stumble in the night,
I follow, but am left behind.
O Jesus, Lord of heavenly light,
Come to our help, our spirits fill;
And quicken now our inward sight,
That we may know, and do Thy will;
And follow where the path is clear,
Nor linger where the danger lies;
And in the darkness feel no fear,
Because we see Thee with our eyes.