Whence Jesus came I cannot tell,
Nor why He came to me;
One thing I know and know it well:
Though I was blind, I see!
When all was dark, One touched my eyes,
And that is all I know;
For light came down from paradise,
And set my soul aglow.
How it was done I cannot say,
Nor even think or dream;
Nor why a touch of moistened clay
Should make things what they seem.
It is the Son of God! His grace
Makes trembling weakness strong,
Wipes tears away from sorrow's face
And teaches grief a song.
I once was blind, but now I see!
And that is news enough for me,
And that is news enough for me.
—Alexander Clark.
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