Classic Poem

The blind man in his darkness
Beside the highway sat,
He heard the trampling footsteps
Throng to the city gate;
They told him Christ of Nazareth
That hour was passing by:
And “Jesus, have Thou mercy,”
Was then the blind man's cry.

And when the people chid him,
Still louder cried he,
“O Jesu, Son of David,
Have mercy upon me.”
O, joy! He stands and calls him,
O gush of great delight!
His pitying words have given
The blessed gift of sight.

We too had sat in darkness,
Lost in our sin and care,
With blind eyes turn'd to heaven,
That saw no Saviour there:
If Jesus had not made us
His own by love and grace,
Here in His Church to serve Him,
And see at last His face.

Then let us rise and follow,
Since Christ has call'd us in,
And cast away the garments
Of slothfulness and sin;
Till from our dim dark vision
Each scale be rent away,
And we behold His glory,
And see the perfect day.