Behold, the Blind Their Sight Receive

Behold

the blind their sight re­ceive;

Behold

the dead awake and live;

The dumb speak won­ders

and the lame

Leap like the hart

and bless His name.

Thus doth th’eter­nal Spir­it on

And seal the mis­sion of the Son;

The Fa­ther vin­di­cates His cause

While He hangs bleed­ing on the cross.

He dies! the heav’ns in mourn­ing stood;

He ris­es

and ap­pears a God:

Behold the Lord as­cend­ing high

No more to bleed

no more to die!

Hence and for ev­er from my heart

I bid my doubts and fears de­part;

And to those hands my soul re­sign

Which bear cre­den­tials so di­vine.