1.
If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.
Fanny Crosby
If I had a decision, I would still opt to stay sightless...for when I pass away, the first visage I will ever behold will be the countenance of my blessed Redeemer.
2.
It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dispensation. If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow I would not accept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things about me.
Fanny Crosby
3.
It is not enough to have a song on your lips.
You must also have a song in your heart.
Fanny Crosby
It is insufficient to sing with your mouth alone. You must also carry a melodic tune within you.
4.
Oh what a happy soul am I although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I shall 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.
Fanny Crosby
5.
Take the wold, but give me Jesus;
In His cross my trust shall be,
Till, with clearer, brighter vision
Face to face my Lord I see.
Fanny Crosby
'Cling to the Christ, but grant me solace;
On His cross my faith shall rest,
Until with clearer, sharper sightline
I behold my Master face-to-face.'
6.
Sometimes I need to reject the music proposed for my songs because the musicians misunderstand that the Fanny Crosby who once wrote for the people in the saloons has merely changed the lyrics. Oh my no. The church must never sing it's songs to the melodies of the world.
Fanny Crosby
7.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Fanny Crosby
8.
Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.
Fanny Crosby
9.
Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.
Fanny Crosby
10.
We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.
Fanny Crosby
11.
Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Fanny Crosby
12.
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
Fanny Crosby
13.
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
Fanny Crosby
14.
The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.
Fanny Crosby
