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 | CHAPTER IX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
1890.
[How sad our state by nature is]
He saw a man which was blind, &c.
—ix. 1.
How sad our state by nature is,
How dark, disconsolate, forlorn!
We have not known the way of peace,
In unbelief and misery born;
Deprived of that celestial Light,
With stumbling steps we wander on,
And nothing find but grossest night,
And sin, and death, and hell begun.
How dark, disconsolate, forlorn!
We have not known the way of peace,
In unbelief and misery born;
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With stumbling steps we wander on,
And nothing find but grossest night,
And sin, and death, and hell begun.
That heavenly Light appear'd below,
Pass'd through this mortal life for me,
When doubly blind I could not know
My God, or my Redeemer see:
On me He cast a pitying look
Which chased the shades of death away,
And all my chains of darkness broke,
And made my soul a child of day.
Pass'd through this mortal life for me,
When doubly blind I could not know
My God, or my Redeemer see:
On me He cast a pitying look
Which chased the shades of death away,
And all my chains of darkness broke,
And made my soul a child of day.
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