Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."
3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.
4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!