THE BLIND MAN'S TROUBLE.
My pathway thro' life is as dark as the tomb,
No ray of the sun can pierce through the gloom,
Like a stream in the valley, I'm winding my way,
Trusting that God will soon brighten the day.
Now I hold out my hand, with God for my guide,
And a family at home, for which to provide.
As onward I travel, oh, dark is the way.
As it was in the war, where I served many a day.
When all around is beauteous and bright,
To me all is blackness And roughness And blight.-Chorus.
While riches and wealth are at your command,
There is nothing for me but the child at my hand;
The family to me was the joy of my life.
With sweet little children and a dear, loving wife.-Chorus.
There I'll open my eyes with delight and love,
To see my dear children and Saviour above;
There this darkness will vanish, and new light will shine
To brighten my pathway more lasting than time.-Chorus.
Now, please buy this ballad in remembrance of me,
And I hope in life's journey much joy you may see,
That light will your heart be where'er you may go.
And a blessing upon you the Lord will bestow. - Chorus.