| Text: | Charlestown |
| Tune: | CHARLESTOWN |
1 “Mercy, O Thou Son of David,” Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed, “Others by Thy Word are saved, Now to me afford Thine aid.” 2 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.”
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| First Line: | “Mercy, O Thou Son of David,” |
| Title: | Charlestown |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |
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| Name: | CHARLESTOWN |