Mercy, O thou Son of David! <br />Thus blind Bartimaeus prayed; <br />Others by thy word are saved, <br />Now to me afford thine aid: <br />Many for his crying chid him, <br />But he called the louder still; <br />Till the gracious Saviour bid him <br />Come, and ask me what you will. <br /> <br />Money was not what he wanted, <br />Though by begging used to live; <br />But he asked, and Jesus granted <br />Alms, which none but he could give: <br />Lord remove this grievous blindness, <br />Let my eyes behold the day; <br />Strait he saw, and won by kindness, <br />Followed Jesus in the way. <br /> <br />O! methinks I hear him praising, <br />Publishing to all around; <br />Friends, is not my case amazing? <br />What a Saviour I have found: <br />O! that all the blind but knew him, <br />And would be advised by me! <br />Surely, would they hasten to him, <br />He would cause them all to see.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bartimaeus-2/
