LORD, I was blind, I could not see In Thy marred visage any grace; But now the beauty of Thy face In radiant vision dawns on me.
Lord, I was deaf, I could not hear The thrilling music of Thy voice; But now I hear Thee and rejoice, And sweet are all Thy words, and dear.
Lord, I was dumb, I could not speak The grace and glory of Thy name; But now, as touched with living flame, My lips Thine eager praises wake.
Lord, I was dead, I could not stir My lifeless soul to come to Thee; But now, since Thou hast quickened me, I rise from sin’s dark sepulchre.
For Thou hast made the blind to see, The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, The dead to live; and so, I break The chains of my captivity.
William Tidd Matson, 1833-99