AXX. Mercy; oh thou son of David

1 Mercy; oh thou Son of David,
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd;
Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid:
Many for his crying chid him,
But be call'd the louder still;
'Till the gracious Savior bid him,
"Come and ask me what you will."

2 Money was not what he wanted,
Tho' by begging us'd to live;
But he ask'd and Jesus granted,
Alms which only he could give:
"Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day;"
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around;
Friends is not my case amazing?
What a savior I have found,
Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advis'd by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see.

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First Line: Mercy; oh thou son of David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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