Acts 9:12: Poor, and ignorant, and blind

Poor, and ignorant, and blind,
Hope in Thee, O Lord, I find;
Though Thou dost Thy gifts defer,
Thee I feel in darkness near:
Thou shalt lay Thy hand on me,
Give me eyes Thy love to see,
Faith and peace at once impart,
Cure the blindness of my heart.

Warn'd of Thy approach I wait,
Dark, but not disconsolate,
Wait according to Thy word
For the coming of my Lord:
Thou wilt soon the cloud dispel,
Pardon in my soul reveal,
Then I feel the sprinkled blood,
Then I know my Lord, my God!

Lord, I have heard by many of this man, c -ix. 3.
By nature we incline
To reason against Thee,
nd measure with our scanty line
Thy love's immensity j
Ignorant of Thy ways
Unable to conceive
That Thou the God of boundless grace
So greatly canst forgive.