My spir­it cri­eth out for Thee,
Thou liv­ing One who chang­eth not.
Earth’s noises flood and fol­low me
The while I try to call to Thee:
I call and find Thee not,
I call and find Thee not!

Refrain

His work is done! the ris­en Lord
Speaks to His friends this part­ing word:
Lo! I am with you now, al­way,
Lo! I am with you now, al­way!

My soul is faint, my hope is gone,
Thou liv­ing One who gav­est sight
To those born blind, I grope alone
With none to help or hear my moan;
Is there for me no light?
Is there for me no light!

Refrain

Oh, pur­blind soul, the light is here!
Self’s sha­dows on­ly blind thine eyes,
Nor hand is to thy­self more near
Than He who spake that all might hear
His mes­sage from the skies,
His mes­sage from the skies.

Refrain