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3. Hearts of Stone.
1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood,
2 Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fix'd him there;
Pierced him with a soldier's spear;
3 Will you let him die in vain,
Still to death pursue your Lord;
Trample on his precious blood? No! with all my sins I'll part, Savior, take my broken heart.
O thou son of
Thus the blind Bartimeus pray'd; "Others by thy
saved, Now to me af ford thine aid."
1 "MERCY, O thou son of David!" Thus the blind Bartimeus pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid."
2 Many for his crying chid him,
But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Savior bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
Alms which none but he could give.
4"Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way.
5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising,
6"Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me! Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."