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Quinquagesima Sunday.

And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight; thy faith hath saved thee. And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God.

From the Gospel. [Luke 18:42-43]

8,6,8,6

Was du vor tausend Jahren

De la Mothe Foqué.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855

I am the light of the world.

[Jn. 8:12]

God said, let there be light: and there was light.

[Gen. 1:3]

My Saviour, what Thou didst of old,

When thou wast dwelling here,

Thou doest yet for them, who bold

In faith to Thee draw near.

As thou hadst pity on the blind,

According to Thy Word,

Thou sufferedst me Thy grace to find,

Thy Light hast on me poured.

Mourning I sat beside the way,

In sightless gloom apart,

And sadness heavy on me lay,

And longing gnawed my heart;

I heard the music of the psalms

Thy people sang to Thee,

I felt the waving of their palms,

And yet I could not see.

My pain grew more than I could bear,

Too keen my grief became,

Then I took heart in my despair

To call upon Thy name;

"O Son of David, save and heal,

As Thou so oft hast done!

O dearest Jesus, let me feel

My load of darkness gone."

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And ever weeping as I spoke

With bitter prayers and sighs,

My stony heart grew soft and broke,

More earnest yet my cries.

A sudden answer stilled my fear,

For it was said to me,

"O poor blind man, be of good cheer,

Rejoice, He calleth thee."

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I felt, Lord, that Thou stoodest still,

Groping Thy feet I sought,

From off me fell my old self-will,

A change came o'er my thought.

Thou saidst, "What is it thou wouldst have?"

"Lord, that I might have sight;

To see Thy countenance I crave:"

"So be it, have thou Light."

And words of Thine can never fail,

My fears are past and o'er;

My soul is glad with light, the veil

Is on my heart no more.

Thou blessest me, and forth I fare

Free from my old discrace,

And follow on with joy where'er

Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace.

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