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

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.

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

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.

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.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.