A Hymn of praise…
Oh, for God to reveal HIMSELF to us in such a way, and burn within us songs like this again. We have been silent, resting upon the hymns of the saints of old, but where is our fire? Are there no words of love within our hearts? Does HIS grace not burn an unspeakable gratitude that we must at least attempt to express?
Oh, God, revive THY people, that YOU might be glorified!
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.
Words by William T. Matson