8.7. D

“Mercy, O thou Son of David!”
Thus blind Bartimaeus prayed;
“Others by this word are savèd,
Now to me afford Thine aid.”
Many only thought to scold him,
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour told him,
“Come, and ask Me what you will.”

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:
“Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day,”
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

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