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 all Thine ut­tered words are 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 se­pul­cher.

Lord, Thou hast made the blind to see,
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
The chains of my cap­ti­vi­ty.