1 Dear savior, make we wise to see
My sin, and guilt, and remedy;
'Tis said, of all thy blood has bought,
"They shall of Israel's God be taught."

2 Their plague of heart thy people know;
They know thy name and trust thee too;
They know the gospel's blissful sound,
The paths where endless joys abound.

3 Thy know the father and the son,
Theirs is eternal life begun:
Unto salvation they are wise,
Their grace shall into glory rise.

4 But— ignorance itself am I,
Born blind— estrang'd from thee I lie;
O Lord, to thee I humbly own
I nothing know, as should be known.

5 I scarce know God, or Christ, or sin,
My foes without, or plague within;
Know not my interest, Lord, in thee,
In pardon, peace, or liberty.

6 But help me to declare to-day,
If many things I cannot say,
"One thing I know," all praise to thee,
"Tho' blind I was— yet now I see."