“Mercy, O Thou Son of David!”
Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed
“Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford Thine aid.”

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.”

Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day;
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Followed Jesus by the way.

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