Frei von der alten Schmach,
Folg ich auf deinen Wegen,
Dir, Herr, in Freuden nach.
[Christ our Light.]
Then shall the eyes of the blind be opened.
Isa. xxxv. 5.
A thousand years have fleeted,
And, Saviour, still we see
Thy deed of love repeated,
On all who come to Thee.
As he who sat benighted,