5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro’ the streets of pure gold,

6 There’s a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

From Darkness to Light. (522)

Lord!  I know thy grace is nigh me,
  Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
  Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness,
  Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
  “Lord!  I would receive my sight.”

3 I would see thee and adore thee,
  And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
  Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me? 
  What this burst of strange delight? 
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me! 
  This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! 
  Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
  Who can turn their night to day.

     H.D.  Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

The Blind Man Healed. (521)

“Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!”
  Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
“Others by thy word are saved,
  Now to me afford thine aid.”

2 Many for his crying chid him,—­
  But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,—­
  “Come, and ask me what you will.”

3 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.

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

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
  Publishing to all around,
“Friends! is not my case amazing? 
  What a Savior I have found!

6 “Oh! 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.”

     John Newton, 1779.

255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus.  P.M.

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Cho.—­This is my abiding place,
        Clothed with his abounding grace,
      Looking upward to his face,
        Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God’s love revealed,
  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.