By A Collection of Hymns

      7 7, 7 8, 8 8. Luke xviii. 35.
      1 LORD we sit and cry to thee,
      Like the blind beside the way;
      Make our darkened souls to see
      The glory of thy perfect day:
      O Lord! rebuke our sullen night,
      And give thyself unto our sight!

      2 Lord! we do not ask to gaze
      On our dim and earthly sun;
      But on light that still shall blaze
      When every star its course hath run;
      The light that gilds thy blest abode,
      The glory of the Lamb of God!