FANNY CROSBY

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

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.

Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

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

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

It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dispensation. If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow I would not accept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things about me.

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.

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.

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

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

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

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

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

It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dispensation. If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow I would not accept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things about me.

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.

Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.

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.

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.

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