1890. He saw a man which was blind, &c.—9:1. 1 How sad our state by nature is, How dark, disconsolate, forlorn! We have not known the way of peace, In unbelief and misery born; Deprived of that celestial Light, With stumbling steps we wander on, And nothing find but grossest night, And sin, and death, and hell begun. 2 That heavenly Light appear’d below, Pass’d through this mortal life for me, When doubly blind I could not know My God, or my Redeemer see: On me He cast a pitying look Which