|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Mercy Oh Thou Son of David,
Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed,
Others by Thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford Thine aid.
“Mercy, O thou Son of David!”, Stanza 1a
Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.
“Mercy, O thou Son of David!”, Stanza 2a
“Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day;”
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
“Mercy, O thou Son of David!”, Stanza 1b