Christ heard the blind man’s cry, and grieved Because a soul in darkness heaved. He said, ‘What seekest thou of Me?’ But in that presence came a fear: The man held earthly blessings dear, Yet more than all was heavenly light. ‘Lord, that I may receive my sight,— That I may my Redeemer see!’ Christ loved him and his anguish soothed. He took his hand, He gently smoothed The seams upon his wrinkled brow: ‘Tell Me what thou beholdest now.’ ‘Men, dim as shaking trees, I see: O Lord, I crave to look on Thee!’