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open my eyes that i may see

Open My Eyes That I May See

Words: Clara H. Fiske Scott (b. Dec. 3, 1831; d. June 21, 1897)
Music: Clara H. Fiske Scott

Note: This hymn was first published in 1895, two years before Mrs. Scott’s death at the age of sixty-six.

(Stanza numbers in brackets below refer to the stanza number in The Cyber Hymnal. Find the link at the bottom of the article.)

During the years of His earthly ministry, the Lord Jesus healed the blind (e.g. Matt. 20:29-34), caused the deaf to hear, and the mute to speak (e.g. Mk. 7:31-37). When John the Baptist, then in prison, asked whether Jesus was indeed Israel’s promised Messiah, the Lord’s response was:

“Go and tell John the things you have seen and heard: that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the poor have the gospel preached to them.”

Lk. 7:22

The miracles of Christ were His credentials, affirming His identity and authenticating His message (Acts 2:22), and these things were in keeping with the prophetic picture of what the Messiah would do, when He came to set up His earthly kingdom (Isa. 35:5-6).

But we know that there are spiritual parallels to these physical maladies. There is spiritual blindness (II Cor. 4:4; Eph. 4:18), and deafness (Ezek. 12:2; II Tim. 4:4), and difficulty speaking. (Perhaps the latter may refer to the fear of man (Prov. 29:25) that keeps us silent, when we have an opportunity to witness for the Lord.)

And just as the Lord was able to heal the physical disabilities, so He can, by His Spirit, restore our spiritual sight, hearing and speech. That is Clara Scott’s prayer, like that of the psalmist who asked the Lord, “Open my eyes, that I may see Wondrous things from Your law” (Ps. 119:18).

(1) Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.

Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!

The refrain speaks of keeping silent before God, of a hushed and expectant waiting on Him, which is appropriate. But other times our silence can be a spiritual problem in at least a couple of ways.

  1. If there is sin in our lives that remains unconfessed, it can disrupt our fellowship with the Lord, rob us of peace and joy, and hinder our ministry (Ps. 32:3; Prov. 28:13). And sin, in turn can dull our spiritual sensitivity, keeping us from seeing and hearing God’s truth (Jer 5:21). Sin needs to be confessed (I Jn. 1:9).
  2. It’s sad when we fail to share the good news, when the Lord gives us an opportunity. We need a passion and a heart-felt desire to speak a word for Christ. As Paul puts it, “Necessity is laid upon me; yes, woe is me if I do not preach the gospel!” (I Cor. 9:16; cf. II Kgs. 7:9).

“Be ready to give a defence [an answer] to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear.”

I Pet. 3:15

(3) Open my mouth, and let me bear,
Gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.

Questions:

  1. What is the remedy (or what are the remedies) for those who are not seeing or hearing God’s truth with their spirits?
  2. In contrast to the above, are there situations when it is wisest to remain silent, and not say what we might want to say? (Give an example.)

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Today in 1841 – Clara Scott Born

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Clara H. Fiske was a trained musician who taught at a Ladies Seminary in Lyons, Iowa. She married Henry Clay Scott in 1861. Two decades later, she published a popular collection of songs by many authors on both sides of the Atlantic. Called the Royal Anthem Book, it was the first of its kind to be published by a woman. Gospel music composer Horatio Palmer was a great encouragement to Mrs. Scott, and helped her publish many of her songs. But the only one of them in common use today is Open My Eyes That I May See.

Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.

Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!

Open my mouth, and let me bear,
Gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.

(2) Today in 1850 – Frank North Born

Frank Mason North was a Methodist Episcopal clergyman who pastored churches in New York City and elsewhere for twenty years. He also served as secretary of the Church Extension and Missionary Society of New York City, and was corresponding secretary of the Board of Foreign Missions of the Methodist Episcopal Church.

busy street

It was a meeting of Pastor North with Caleb Winchester that led to the writing of a stirring hymn. Winchester was compiling hymns for the Methodist Hymnal to be published in 1905, when he met North in New York City. He asked him to write a hymn to be included in the book. The latter protested that he was not a hymn writer, but he agreed he would try to come up with something.

Frank North was preparing to preach a sermon on Matt. 22:9, “‘Therefore go into the highways, and as many as you find, invite to the wedding.’” A verse from Jesus’ parable of the Marriage Feast, it pictures for us the gospel call. And Mr. North was particularly struck by the American Revised Version which says, “Go ye therefore unto the partings of the highways.”

Other Bible versions use words such as street corners, intersections, and crossroads. North pictured in his sermon some of the world’s great crossroads, and discussed the particular spiritual problems found in the cities of the world. These concerns were then eloquently expressed in his moving hymn, Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life.

Where cross the crowded ways of life,
Where sound the cries of race and clan
Above the noise of selfish strife,
We hear your voice, O Son of Man.

In haunts of wretchedness and need,
On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of Your tears.

The cup of water given for You,
Still holds the freshness of Your grace;
Yet long these multitudes to view
The sweet compassion of Your face.

The video clip below comes from St. John’s Episcopal Church, in Detroit, Michigan. It is interesting for several reasons. I certainly enjoy the dignity and power of a great pipe organ, well played. The choral descant is lovely, too.

You will note that there is a lot going on, during the singing of the hymn. In my own church experience, the choir usually slips into their places from side doors on the platform, and during the prelude, not during the singing of a hymn. (And exactly what the gentleman on the platform is doing at times, I’m not sure. But it is sometimes distracting!)

Finally, we get not only the hymn here, but the American National Anthem to begin this service. Though I’m not from a liturgical tradition, I can recall as a small boy that our morning worship services for many years began with Praise God, from Whom All Blessings Flow, God Save the King, and O Canada. (A bit much, I think!–though I’m grateful for my country, and do believe we should pray for God’s blessings on our Queen.)

(3) Today in 1884 – Jane Bonar Died

Jane Catharine Lundie was born in Scotland. After losing her father and mother in 1832, she was sent to school in London. On her return, she lived for a time with her sister Mary. When Mary died, Jane married famed Scottish hymn writer and pastor Horatius Bonar. The latter wrote dozens of fine hymns, but his wife is remembered today chiefly for one, Jesus Is Mine (or Fade, Fade, Each Earthly Joy).

Fade, fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine!
Break every tender tie, Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness, Earth has no resting place,
Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine!

Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine!
Here would I ever stay, Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay, born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine!

Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine!
Lost in this dawning bright, Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied, Jesus is mine!