1 "Mercy, O Thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimaeus prayed;
"Others by Thy word are savèd,
Now to me afford Thine aid";
Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bid him,
"Come, and ask Me what you will."
2 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted
Alms, which none but He could give:
"Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day";
Strait he saw, and won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
3 O! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found:
O! that all the blind but knew Him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely, would they hasten to Him,
He would cause them all to see."