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!

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!