Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.

If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.

We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.

Oh what a happy soul am I although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I shall be. How many blessings I enjoy that other people don't. To weep and sigh, because I'm blind? I cannot and I won't.