1 "Mercy; oh thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.
2 Many for his crying chid him,
But be called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bid him,
"Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked and Jesus granted,
Alms, which only he could give.
4 "Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day."
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around;
"Friends is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found.
6 Oh! 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.
7 Now I freely leave my garment,
Follow Jesus in the way,
He will guide me by his counsel,
Bring me to eternal day."
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799