Bartimeaus' Song

Son of David! hear my cry;

Savior, do not pass me by;

Touch these eyelids veiled in night,

Turn their darkness into light.

 

Son of David, hear my cry!

Savior, do not pass me by.

 

Though the proud my voice would still,

They may chide me if they will,

Yet the more I’ll pray for grace,

Only here shall be my place.

 

Son of David, hear my cry!

Savior, do not pass me by.

     

I’m crying out, I’m crying out 

I’m crying out to thee

Have mercy, Lord, on me      

You alone can heal the wounded,

Touch the blind and make them see

Have mercy, Lord, on me

 

Though despised by all but Thee,

Thou a blessing hast for me;

Faith and prayer can never fail,

Lord, with Thee I must prevail,

 

Son of David, hear my cry!

Savior, do not pass me by.

   

I’m crying out, I’m crying out 

I’m crying out to thee

Have mercy, Lord, on me      

You alone can heal the wounded,

Touch the blind and make them see

Have mercy, Lord, on me

 

Glorious vision! heav’nly ray!

All my gloom has passed away;

Now my joyful eye doth see,

And my soul still clings to Thee,

 

Thine the glory evermore,

Mine to worship and adore.

 

I’m crying out, I’m crying out 

I’m crying out to thee

Have mercy, Lord, on me      

You alone can heal the wounded,

Touch the blind and make them see

Have mercy, Lord, on me

 

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1874.

Music: Luke Morton, 2016.

Based on the healing of Bartimaeus from Mark 10:46-52 and Luke 18:35-43.