By Christine Hare Tate
Please Lord set blind men free
Those bound by pain and misery.
Emancipate the slaves from sin
And let a brand new life begin.
Loose the shackles meant to bind,
Renew in them a sounder mind.
Lives eternal are at stake,
Cause these dead men to awake.
Send Your power like a flood,
Cleanse them with Your precious blood.
Robes of pure white they will don,
When they bow before Your throne.
You’ll welcome them into your fold
And Your presence they’ll behold.