Friendship

Lyrics

‘Mercy, O Thou son of David,’
Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed;
‘Others by Thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford Thine aid.’
Many for his crying chide him,
But he called the louder still,
’Till the gracious Savior bid him
‘Come and ask me what you will.’

Oh, methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
‘Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!’
‘Oh that all the blind but knew Him,
And would be advised by me:
Surely they would hasten to Him,
He would cause them all to see.’