Mark 10:47-48

• [Mar 10:47] Jesus Of Nazareth Passeth By

  What means this eager, anxious throng, Which moves with busy haste along— These wondrous gatherings day by day, What means this strange commotion, pray? In accents hushed the throng reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” In accents hushed the throng reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Who is this Jesus? why should He The city move so mightily? A passing stranger, has He skill To move the multitude at will? Again the stirring tones reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Again the stirring tones reply, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Jesus! ’tis He Who once below Man’s pathway trod, ’mid pain and woe; And burdened ones, where’er He came, Brought out their sick, and deaf and lame; The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Again He comes! From place to place His holy footprints we can trace; He pauseth at our threshold—nay, He enters—condescends to stay: Shall we not gladly raise the cry? “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Shall we not gladly raise the cry? “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Ho! all ye heavy laden, come! Here’s pardon, comfort, rest and home: Ye wand’rers from a Father’s face, Return, accept His proffered grace; Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh: “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh: “Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.” But if you still His call refuse, And all His wondrous love abuse, Soon will He sadly from you turn, Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn, “Too late! too late!” will be the cry— “Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.” “Too late! too late!” will be the cry— “Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 10:48] Blind Bartimeus

  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. 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. 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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal