See this poor man by the wayside,
Begging from the passers-by;
Sunlight floods the scene at noontide,
Makes it pleasant to the eye;
But the beggar sits in darkness,
Sees no light of any kind.
Who can measure utter blackness?
Pity him, for he is blind!
When the sound of footsteps falling
Breaks upon his listening ear,
Then for alms we hear him calling;
Will some kindly traveller hear?
Then, one day, he hears the tumult
Of a multitude draw near.
“What is this?” he asks. They answer,
“It is Jesus coming here.”
“Jesus, Master, show me mercy!”
Cries the blind man. Jesus hears,
Stops, and calls the beggar to Him,
Gives him sight, and calms his fears.
We need mercy also, Jesus,
Sin and Satan blind our eyes;
Send Thy Spirit down to teach us,
Make us see, and make us wise.