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.