Eyes of wretchedness,
the tunnel to my soul.
though them I view my idols;
through them they take a hold.
Eyes of lust,
fixed on every pleasure,
that I can bring to myself,
sensuality beyond measure.
Eyes of vileness,
perverting all that's right,
twisting all that's true,
avoiding all that's light.
Then the Holy God He appeared.
Then irresistible grace drew me near.
Then with power my idols He bashes,
and then He burns my eyes to ashes.
Now blinded to the world,
His beauty is all I behold.
Eyes of heaven now imparted,
I gaze into mysteries untold.
For all my lust, all my pleasure,
are now a fleeting thought.
Holiness and love now in the forefront,
because of the grace He has wrought.
Now my eyes are fixed on wonders,
that few ever really see.
The One seated on the throne,
above the crystal sea.
My gazed is fixed on Him,
never to return,
to the old lust and pleasure,
for those eyes have been burned.
Now through these eyes of ashes,
I find that I truly see.
Let Your wind scatter these eyes of ashes,
and place Your sight in me.