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.
2  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.
3  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.
4  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.
5  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