Blind Bartimeus

Son of Da­vid! hear my cry;

Savior

do not pass me by;

Touch these eye­lids veiled in night

Turn their dark­ness in­to light.

Son of Da­vid

hear my cry!

Savior

do not pass me by.

Though the proud my voice would still

They may chide me if they will

Yet the more I’ll pray for grace

Only here shall be my place.

Son of Da­vid

hear my cry!

Savior

do not pass me by.

Though des­pised by all but Thee

Thou a bless­ing hast for me;

Faith and pray­er can nev­er fail

Lord

with Thee I must pre­vail

Son of Da­vid

hear my cry!

Savior

do not pass me by.

Glorious vi­sion! heav’n­ly ray!

All my gloom has passed away;

Now my joy­ful eye doth see

And my soul still clings to Thee

Thine the glo­ry ev­er­more

Mine to wor­ship and ad­ore.