You That Still Have Your Sight, Remember Me!-- I Risked My Life, I Lost My Eyes, That You Might See. Now In The Dark I Go, That You Have Light. Yours, All The Joy Of Day, I Have But Night. Yours Still, The Faces Dear, The Fields, The Sky. For Me--Ah Me!--There'S Nought But This Black Misery! In This Unending Night, I Can But See What Once I Saw, And Fain Would See Again. O, Midnight Of Black Pain! Come, Comrade Death, Come Quick, And Set Me Free, And Give Me Back My Eyes Again! * * * * * Nay Then, Christ'S Vicar, You Who Bear Our Pain, Ours Be It Now To See Your Dark Days Lighted, And Your Way Made Plain.