Verse 1
A sinner blind, to sight restor’d,
Should first into himself retreat,
Maintain communion with his Lord,
And muse, and wonder at his feet,
In silent love on Jesus gaze,
And ask a deeper root of grace.

Verse 2
A soul that hath the truth receiv’d
Far from himself forbears to roam,
Keeps close to Him he hath believ’d,
And taught of God, he dwells at home,
Before he publishes his cure,
Or testifies his pardon sure.

Verse 3
Tell it to none, is Christ’s advice,
But wait till Christ the time declare:
Tell it to all, our nature cries,
And lo, we rush into the snare,
Bereft of all our boasted power,
And tenfold blinder than before.

Verse 4
Lord, if thou hast my blindness heal’d,
My soul inlighten’d by thy grace,
Instruct me when to rest conceal’d,
And when thy goodness to confess,
With humble thankfulness to own
The work, the praise, is all thine own.