VII. HYMN FOR THE BLIND.

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!