Arise, he calleth thee

1. Weary, lonely, sad, forsaken,
Humbled to a station low,
Sat a hopeless blind man begging,
By the road to Jericho.
Soon he heard the noise of footsteps,
As of waters rolling nigh;
For the Galilean Prophet
With the throng was passing by.

R: Then arise, He calleth thee,
Sick or suff’ring, blind or lame!
Jesus healed in Galilee,
He is evermore the same.

2. When he heard that it was Jesus,
Who had healed the sin-sick soul,
Then he called aloud for mercy,
That he, too, might be made whole.
But the multitude rebuked him,
Saying he should silent be;
Yet he only called more loudly,
"Have compassion, Lord, on me!"

3. Paused the Master for a moment—
"Bring him hither unto Me."
Someone ran to bear the message:
"Come, arise, He calleth thee!"
Oh, what words of cheer and comfort!
What today could sweeter be
To the weary, sick, and suff’ring—
"Come, arise, He calleth thee"?

4. Then as he approached the Master,
Healing virtue to receive,
Jesus said, "Thy faith hath saved thee,
Be it as thou dost believe."
And the blind man’s eyes were opened,
He had proved the promise true;
Ye, who still in sickness languish,
Lo, the Master calls for you.