VII. HYMN FOR THE BLIND.

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I cannot see the sunny gleam

Which gladdens every eye but mine,

But I can feel the warming beam,

And bless the God who made it shine.

O Lord, each murmuring thought control,

Let no repining tear-drop fall,

Pour holy light upon my soul,

That I may own Thy love in all!

I cannot see the flow’rets blow,

All sparkling from the summer showers,

But I can breathe their sweet perfume,

And bless the God who made the flowers.

O Lord, each murmuring thought control,

Let no repining tear-drop fall,

Pour holy light upon my soul,

That I may own Thy love in all!

I cannot see the pages where

Thy holy will is written, Lord;

But I can seek Thy house of prayer,

And humbly listen to Thy word,

Which bears my thoughts to that bright place

Where I at Thy dear feet may fall,

Behold my Saviour face to face,

And see and own His love in all!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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