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21
Blindness
No rising sunbeam cheers me with its ray,'Tis as though light had ne'er created been,
As though this world and all that is therein,
Still without form and void, in darkness lay.
One from my side has pass'd unseen away,
Snatched from this world of darkness and of sin;
My prayer, my hope that I may likewise win
And share with her the light of endless day.
As on my way a friendly arm I need
To guide my steps, lest they some peril meet,
Some snare encounter as I onward speed,
My soul a guide in its Redeemer hath;
Lord! be Thy word a lantern to my feet,
A light to light me on my heavenward path.
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