More than Conqueror.
(These lines were written by a man who had been for 18 years a complete paralytic, and who finally lost his sight).
Once I could see, but ne'er again
Shall I behold the verdant plain,
Jewelled with flowers of colours bright,
Bathed in a flood of golden light.
The birds, the brilliant butterflies,
They all in thought before me rise;
The shining rivulet whose song,
Comes sweetly murmuring along;
The sky, the clouds, the grass, the trees,
All waving, glancing in the breeze —
I see them pictured in my mind,
But there alone, for I am blind.
Blind did I say? How can that be?
Since I by faith my Saviour see;
Exalted to the throne above,
Beaming with mercy, grace and love.
A view like this were better far
Than sun or moon or glittering star,
Or glowing landscape, sunny skies,
Or sight that's fair to mortal eyes.
I thank my God that He has put
A veil before mine eyes, and shut
All earthly objects from my sight,
And Christ revealed in glory bright.
Henceforth my word shall ever be:
"Once I was blind, but now I see."