When with these eyes, closed now by Thee, But then restored, The great and white throne I shall see Of my dread LORD; And lowly kneeling -- for the most Stiff, then must kneel, -- Shall look on Him, at Whose high cost -- Unseen -- such joys I feel: -- Whatever arguments or skill Wise heads shall use, Tears only and my blushes still I will produce. And should those speechless beggars fail, Which oft have won, Then taught by Thee I will prevail, And say, Thy will be done! |