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��John Jenkins.
JESUS, thou Son of David, hear my cry ! For I am blind, and full of misery. Mercy is thine ; have mercy, Lord, on me ! Touch thou mine eyes, oh give me now to see !
Sin is my blindness, Lord ; sin my disease ; Sin veils my lieart ; sin robs my soul of peace ; Sin keeps me back from loving sight of thee ; Have mercy Lord ! from sin, oh set me free !
I do not see thee, Jesus ! but they say That thou art passing by — art in the way : 'Tis true ! the sound of thy blest footsteps near And accents of thy voice, Lord, I hear.
loving voice ! it calls out, ' Come to me ! '
It asks, ' What wouldst thou I should do to thee ? '
Jesus, thou Son of Da,vid, shed thy light
O'er my dark soul, and say, ' Eeceive thy sight ! '
What thou hast done for others, I believe, Lord, thou wilt do for me ! I shall receive My sight ! — shall see thee, Jesus, face to face, In all thy might of majesty and grace.
My cry is heard ! Thy mighty, loving hand Has touched my inner eye ; at thy command The darkening scales have fallen from my heart, And now I see thee, Jesus, as thou art !
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