1 A Certain beggar, poor and blind,
A needy creature as we find,
Whose heart was fill'd with woe and grief,
Cried to the Saviour for relief.
2 He cried, O blessed David's son!
My mournful case to thee is known;
O pitty me, grant me my sight!
Restore to me that wanted light.
3 Tho' he was blind, yet he could hear,
And knew that his dear Lord was near:
He cried, and pray'd, and would not cease
Till he had vented his distress.
4 When once our blindness we do feel,
Our grief no longer can conceal;
Then life the Beggar we shall cry
To Jesus, e'er he passes by.
5 Are we rebuk'd, we cry the more,
Till Jesus manifests his pow'r--
We shall not cease until we know:
That we are hear'd, and answer'd too.
6 Then, like the Beggar we shall be,
Once we were blind but now we see:
Our darkness turned into day,
And follow Jesus in his way.
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