8.7.
1
See this poor man by the wayside,
Begging from the passers-by;
Sunlight floods the scene at noontide,
Makes it pleasant to the eye;
2
But the beggar sits in darkness,
Sees no light of any kind.
Who can measure utter blackness?
Pity him, for he is blind!
3
When the sound of footsteps falling
Breaks upon his listening ear,
Then for alms we hear him calling;
Will some kindly traveller hear?
4
Then, one day, he hears the tumult
Of a multitude draw near.
“What is this?” he asks. They answer,
“It is Jesus coming here.”
5
“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.
6
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.
