Someday the silver
cord will break,
and I no more
as now shall sing;
but oh, the joy
when I shall wake
within the palace of the king!
And I shall see him
face to face, 
and tell the story—
saved by grace!
Take the world,
but give me Jesus;
In his cross my trust shall be,
Till, with clearer,
brighter vision
face to face
my Lord I see.
Oh, what a happy
soul I am,Â
although I cannot see!Â
I am resolved
that in this world
contented I will be.Â
How many blessings
I enjoy that other
people don't.Â
To weep and sigh
because I'm blindÂ
I cannot, and I won't!