These words were penned by a woman who was blinded due to applications of hot mustard poultices being applied to her eyes when she was two months old. The "doctor" who prescribed this treatment was a man pretending to be a doctor!
At age eight she penned her first poem:
Oh, what a happy soul I am, Though I cannot see! I am resolved that in this world Contented I will be.
How many blessings I enjoy
That other people don't,
To weep and sigh because I'm blind
I cannot, and I won't!
A well-meaning minister once told her "I think it is a great pity that the Master did not give you sight when he showered so many other gifts upon you,". She replied, "Do you know that if at birth I had been able to make one petition, it would have been that I was born blind?" "Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior."
I grew up singing the many hymns she penned during her life. Many of you are probably familiar with them as well as she wrote more than 3,000. She wrote so many that she eventually took on a pen name so that hymnals would not be filled with her name. These precious hymns of my youth have often fallen from my lips when the road has become long and difficult. I would often sing them while powerful chemo drugs were flowing into my body and the words would come to mind on those dark days when I was physically unable to sing.
Through all of it, I must join in with Frances Crosby and sing: