8.8.8.8

I

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.

II

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.

III

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?

IV

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.

V

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;

VI

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.