Sermon 266. The Blind Beggar

(No. 266)

Delivered on Sabbath Morning, August 7th, 1859, by the


at the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.

"And they came to Jericho: and as he went out of Jericho with his disciples and a great number of people, blind Bartimaeus,the son of Timaeus, sat by the highway side begging. And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out,and say, Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. And many charged him that he should hold his peace: but he cried themore a great deal, Thou son of David, have mercy on me. And Jesus stood still, and commanded him to becalled. And they call the blind man, saying unto him, Be of good comfort, rise; he calleth thee. And he, casting awayhis garment, rose, and came to Jesus. And Jesus answered and said unto him, What wilt thou that I should do unto thee? Theblind man said unto him, Lord, that I might receive my sight. And Jesus said unto him, Go thy way; thy faith hath made theewhole. And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in the way."-Mark 10:46-52.

THIS POOR MAN was beset with two great evils-blindness and poverty. It is sad enough to be blind, but If a man that is blindis in possession of riches, there are ten thousand comforts which may help to cheer the darkness of his eye and alleviatethe sadness of his heart. But to be both blind and poor, these were a combination of the sternest evils. One thinks it scarcelypossible to resist the cry of a beggar whom we meet in the street if he is blind. We pity the blindman when he is surrounded with luxury, but when we see a blind man in want, and following the beggar's trade in the frequentedstreets, we can hardly forbear stopping to assist him. This case of Bartimeus, however, is but a picture of our own. We areall by nature blind and poor. It is true we account ourselves able enough to see; but this is but one phase of our blindness.Our blindness is of such a kind that it makes us think our vision perfect; whereas, when we are enlightened by the HolySpirit, we discover our previous sight to have been blindness indeed. Spiritually, we are blind; we are unable to discernour lost estate; unable to behold the blackness of sin, or the terrors of the wrath to come. The unrenewed mind is so blind,that it perceives not the allattractive beauty of Christ; the Sun of Righteousness may arise with healing beneath his wings,but 'twere all in vain for those who cannot see his shining. Christ may do many mighty works in their presence, but they donotrecognize his glory; we are blind until he has opened our eyes. But besides being blind we are also by nature poor. Ourfather Adam spent our birthright, lost our estates. Paradise, the homestead of our race, has become dilapidated, and we areleft in the depths of beggary without anything with which we may buy bread for our hungry fouls, or raiment for our nakedspirits; blindness and beggary are the lot of all men after a spiritual fashion, till Jesus visits them in love. Look aroundthen, yechildren of God; look around you this morning, and ye shall see in this hall many a counterpart of poor blind Bartimeussitting by the wayside begging. I hope there be many such come here, who though they be blind, and naked and poor, neverthelessare begging-longing to get something more than they have-not content with their position. With just enough spiritual lifeand sensitiveness to know their misery, they have come up to this place begging. Oh that while Jesus passes by this day theymay have faith to cry aloud to him for mercy! Oh may his gracious heart be moved by their thrilling cry, "Jesus thou Sonof David have mercy on me!" Oh may he turn and give sight unto such, that they may follow him and go on their way rejoicing!

This morning I shall address myself most particularly to the poor and blind souls here to-day. The poor blind man's faithdescribed in this passage of Scripture, is a fit picture of the faith which I pray God you may be enabled to exert to thesaving of your souls. We shall notice the origin of his faith, how his faith perceived its opportunity when Jesus passed by; we shall listen to his faith while it cries and begs; we shall look upon his faith while itleaps in joyous obedience to the divine call; and then we shall hear his faith describing his case: "Lord, that I might receive my sight;" and I trust we shall be enabled to rejoice together with this poor believing man,when his sight is restored, as we see him in the beauty of thankfulness and gratitude follow Jesus in the way.

I. First, then, we shall note THE ORIGIN OF THIS POOR BLIND MAN'S FAITH. He had faith, for it was his faith which obtainedfor him his sight. Now, where did he get it? We are not told in this passage how Bartimeus came to believe Jesus to be theMessiah; but I think we may very fairly risk a conjecture. It is quite certain that Bartimeus did not come to believe in Christfrom what he saw. Jesus had worked many miracles; many eyes had seen, and many hearts had believedbecause of what they saw. Bartimeus also believed, but certainly not as the result of his eyesight, for he was stone-blind.No ray of light had ever burst into his soul; he was shut up in thick darkness and could see nothing. How then was it thathe came to believe? It certainly could not have been because he had traveled much through the country, for blind men stayat home; they care not to journey far. There is nothing they can see. However fair the landscape, they cannot drink it inwiththeir eyes; whatever lovely spots others may behold, there are no attractions for their blank survey. They therefore stayat home. And especially a mendicant like this, how should he travel? He would be perhaps unknown out of the city in whichhis father Timeus had lived-even Jericho. He could not move the heart of strangers to charity, nor would he be likely to finda guide to conduct him throughout the dreary miles of that land. He would be almost necessarily a poor blind stay-at-home.Thenhow did he acquire his faith? Methinks it might be in this fashion. On the nearest bank he could find outside Jericho,he sat begging in the sunlight; for blind men always love to bask in the sun. Though they see nothing, there is a kind ofglimmering that penetrates the visual organ, and they rejoice in it. At least they feel the heat of the great orb of day ifthey see not his light. Well, as he sat there, he would hear the passers by talking of Jesus of Nazareth, and as blind menare usuallyinquisitive, he would ask them to stay and tell him the story-some tale of what Jesus had done; and they would tell himhow he raised the dead, and healed the leper; and he would say, "I wonder if he can give sight to the blind." And one dayit came to pass, that he was told Jesus had restored to sight a man who had been born blind. This indeed was the great master-storythat the world has to tell, for it had never been so known before in Israel, that a man who had been born blind should havehis eyes opened. I think I see the poor man as he hears the story, he drinks it in, claps his hands, and cries, "Thenthere is yet hope for me. Mayhap the Prophet will pass this way, and if he doth, oh I will cry to him, I will beg him to openmy eyes too; for if the worst case has been cured, then surely mine may be." Many and many a day as he sat there, he wouldcall to the passer by again, and would say, "Come tell me the story of the man that was born blind and of Jesus of Nazareththatopened his eyes," and perhaps he would even get tiresome, as blind men are wont. He must hear the story told him a hundredtimes over, and always would there be a smile on the poor fellow's face when he heard the refreshing narrative. It never couldbe told too often, for he loved to hear it. To him it was like a cool refreshing breeze in the heat of burning sun. "Tellit me, tell it me, tell it me again," says he-"the sweet story of the man that opened the eyes of the blind." And methinksashe sat all alone, and unable to divert his mind with many things, he would always keep his heart fixed on that one narrative,and turn it over, and over, and over again, till in his day-dreams he would half think he could see, and sometimes almostimagine that his own eyes were going to be opened too. Perhaps on one of those occasions, as he was turning over this in hismind, some text of Scripture he had heard in the synagogue, occurred to him; he heard that Messiah should come to open theeyes of the blind, and quick in thought, having better eyes within than he had without, he came at once to the conclusionthat the man who could open the eyes of the blind was none other than the Messiah; and from that day he was a secret discipleof Jesus. He might have heard him scoffed at, but he did not scoff. How could he scoff at one who had opened the eyes of the blind? He might have heard many a passer-by revilingChrist, and calling him an impostor, but he could not joinin the reviling. How could he be a deceiver who gave sight to poor blind men? I fancy this would be the cherished dreamof his life. And perhaps for the two or three years of the Saviour's ministry, the one thought of the poor blind man wouldbe, "Jesus of Nazareth opened the eyes of one that was blind." That story which he had heard led him to believe Jesus mustbe the predicted Messiah.

Now, O ye spiritually blind, ye spiritually poor, how is it ye have not believed in Christ? Ye have heard the wondrous deedswhich he has done; "Faith cometh by hearing." Ye have understood how one after another has been pardoned and forgiven; youhave stood in the house of God and listened to the confession of the penitent and the joyous shout of the believer, and yetyou believe not. You have journeyed up year after year to the sanctuary of God, and ye have heard manystories-many a glorious narrative of the pardoning power of Christ; and how is it, O ye spiritually blind, that ye havenever thought on him? Why is it you have not turned this over and over in your minds. "This man receiveth sinners, and willhe not receive me?" How is it that ye have not recollected that he who put away the sin of Paul and Magdalene can put awayyour's also. Surely, if but one story told into the ear of the poor blind man could give him faith, if his faith came butby onehearing, how is it that though ye have heard many times that there was no salvation without faith in Christ, and listenedto many an earnest appeal, yet ye have not believed? Yet, it may be, I have among these poor blind men some here to-day thatare simply believing. You have never yet laid hold of faith, but still in the depths of your soul there is a something whichsays, "Yes he is able to save me; I know he hath power to forgive," and sometimes the voice speaks a little louder, and itcheers your heart with a thought like this, "Go to him he will not cast you away, he has never cast out one yet who didventure upon his power and goodness." Well, my dear hearer, if thou art in this plight, thou art happy, and I am a happy manto have the privilege of addressing thee-it shall not be long ere the faith within thee, which has been born by hearing, shallacquire strength enough to exercise itself to gain the blessing. That is the first thing-the origin of the faith of poorblind Bartimeus, it doubtless came by hearing.

II. Now, in the next place, we shall notice his faith in ITS QUICKNESS AT GRASPING THE GRACIOUS OPPORTUNITY.

Jesus had been through Jericho, and as he went into the city there was a blind man standing by the way, and Jesus healed him. Bartimeus however seems to have resided at the other side of Jericho, therefore he did not get a blessing till Christ wasabout to leave it. He is sitting down upon his customary spot by the wayside where some friend has left him, that he mightremain there all day and beg, and he hears a great noise and trampling of feet, he wonders what itis, and he asks a passer-by what is that noise? "Why all this tumult?" Aml the answer is, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."That is but small encouragement, yet his faith had now arrived at such a strength that this was quite enough for him, thatJests of Nazareth passeth by. Unbelief would have said, "He passes by, there is no bearing for you; he passes by, there isno hope of mercy; he is about to leave, and he takes no notice of you." Why, if you and I needed encouagement, we should wantChrist to stand still; we should need that some one should say, "Jesus of Nazareth is standing still and looking for you;"ay, but this poor man's faith was of such a character that it could feed on any dry crust on which our puny little faith wouldhave starved. He was like that poor woman, who when she was repused, said, "Truth, Lord, I am but a dog, yet the dogs eatthe crumbs which fall from the master's table." He only heard "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by;" but that was enough for him.Itwas a slender opportunity. He might have reasoned thus with himself, "Jesus is passing by, he is just going out of Jericho;surely he cannot stay now he is on a journey." No, rather did he argue thus with himself, "if he is going out of Jericho,so much the more reason that I should stop him, for this may be my last chance." And, therefore, what unbelief would argueas a reason for stopping his mouth did but open it the wider. Unbelief might have said, "He is surrounded by a great multitudeofpeople, he cannot get at you. His disciples are round about him too, he will be so busy in addressing them that he willnever regard your feeble cry." "Ay," said he, "so much the greater reason then that I should cry with all my might;" and hemakes the very multitude of people become a fresh argument why he should shout aloud, "Jesus of Nazareth have mercy upon me."So, however slender the opportunity, yet it encouraged him.

And now my dear hearers, we turn to you again. Faith has been in your heart perhaps for many a day, but how foolish have youbeen; you have not availed yourself of encouraging opportunities as you might have done. How many times has Christ not onlypassed by, but stopped and knocked at your door, and stood in your house. He has wooed and invited you, and yet you wouldnot come, still trembling and wavering, you durst not exercise the faith you have, and risk the resultsand come boldly to him. He has stood in your streets,-"Lo these many years," till the poor blind man's hair would haveturned grey with age. He is standing in the street to-day-to-day he addresses you and says, "Sinner come to me and live."To-day is mercy freely presented to you; to-day is the declaration made-"Whosoever will, let him come and take of the waterof life freely." You poor unbelieving heart will you not, dare you not take advantage of the encouragement to come to him?Yourencouragements are infinitely greater than those of this poor blind man, let them not be lost upon you. Come now, thisvery moment, cry aloud to him now, ask him to have mercy upon you, for now he not only passes by, but he presents himselfwith outstretched arms, and cries, "Come unto me, and I will give you rest, and life, and salvation."

Such was the encouragement of this man's faith, and I would that something in the service of this morning, might give encouragementto some poor Bartimeus, who is sitting or standing here.

III. In the third place, having noticed how the faith of the blind man discovered and seized upon this opportunity, the passingby of the gracious Saviour, we have TO LISTEN TO THE CRY OF FAITH. The poor blind man sitting there, is informed that it is Jesus of Nazareth. Without a moment's pause or ado, he is up and begins to cry-"Thou Son of David, have mercy upon me-thouSon of David, have mercy on me." But he is in the middle of a fair discourse, and hishearers like not that he should be interrupted-"Hold thy tongue, blind man. Begone! he cannot attend to thee." Yet whatdoes the narrative say about him?" He cried the more a great deal;" not only cried he more, but he cries a great deal more. "Thou Son of David, have mercy on me." "Oh," says Peter, "do not interrupt the Master, what are you so noisy for?" "ThouSon of David, have mercy on me:" he repeats it again. "Remove him," says one, "he interrupts the whole service, take himaway," and so they tried to move him; yet he cries the more vigorously and vehemently, "Thou Son of David, have mercyon me-thou Son of David, have mercy on me." Methinks we hear his shout. It is not to be imitated; no artiste could throw into an utterance such vehemence or such emotion as this man would cast into it.-"Thou Son of David, have mercyon me " Every word would tell, every syllable would suggest an argument, there would be the very strength, and might, andblood, andsinew of that man's life cast into it; he would be like Jacob wrestling with the angel, and every word would be a bandto grasp him that he might not go. "Thou Son of David, have mercy on me." We have here a picture of the power of faith. Inevery case, sinner, if thou wouldst be saved, thy faith must exercise itself in crying. The gate of heaven is to be openedonly in one way, by the very earnest use of the knocker of prayer. Thou canst not have thine eyes opened until thy mouth isopened.Open thy mouth in prayer, and he shall open thine eyes to see; so shalt thou find joy and gladness. Mark you, when a manhath faith in the soul and earnestness combined with it, he will pray indeed. Call ye not those things prayers that ye hearread in the churches. Imagine not that those orations are prayers that you hear in our prayer-meetings. Prayer is somethingnobler than all these. That is prayer, when the poor soul in some weighty trouble, fainting and athirst, lifts up its streamingeyes, and wrings its hands, and beats its bosom, and then cries, "Thou Son of David, have mercy on me." Your cold orationswill ne'er reach the throne of God. It is the burning lava of the soul that hath a furnace within-a very volcano of griefand sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God's heart which does notcome from our hearts. Nine out of ten of the prayers which ye listen to in our public services have so little zeal in them,thatif they obtained a blessing it would be a miracle of miracles indeed.

My dear hearers, are you now seeking Christ in earnest prayer? Be not afraid of being too earnest or too persevering. Go toChrist this day, agonize and wrestle with him; beg him to have mercy on you, and if he hear you not, go to him again, andagain, and again. Seven times a day call upon him, and resolve in your heart that you will never cease from prayer till theHoly Ghost hath revealed to your soul the pardon of your sin. When once the Lord brings a man to thisresolve "I will be saved. If I perish, I will still go to the throne of grace and perish only there," that man cannotperish. He is a saved man, and shall see God's face with joy. The worst of us is, we pray with a little spasmodic earnestnessand then we cease. We begin again, and then once more the fervor ceases and we leave off our prayers. If we would get heaven,we must carry it not by one desperate assault, but by a continuous blockade. We must take it with the red hot shot of ferventprayer. But this must be fired day and night, until at last the city of heaven yields to us. The kingdom of heaven sufferethviolence, and the violent must take it by force. Behold the courage of this man. He is hindered by many, but he will not ceaseto pray. So if the flesh, the devil, and your own hearts should bid you cease your supplication, never do so, but so muchthe more a great deal cry aloud, "Thou Son of David have mercy on me."

I must observe here the simplicity of this man's prayer. He did not want a liturgy or a prayer-book on this occasion. Therewas something he needed, and he asked for that. When we have our needs at hand they will usually suggest the proper language.I remember a remark of quaint old Bunyan, speaking of those who make prayers for others, "The apostle Paul said he knew notwhat to pray for, and yet," says he "there are many infinitely inferior to the apostle Paul, who canwrite prayers; who not only know what to pray for, and how to pray, but who know how other people should pray, and notonly that, but who know how they ought to pray from the first day of January to the last of December." We cannot dispensewith the fresh influence of the Holy Spirit suggesting words in which our needs may be couched; and as to the idea that anyform of prayer will ever suit an awakened and enlightened believer, or will ever be fit and proper for the lip of a penitentsinner-I cannot imagine it. This man cried from his heart, the words that came first-the simplest which could possiblyexpress his desire-"Thou Son of David, have mercy on me." Go and do thou likewise thou poor blind sinner, and the Lord willhear thee, as he did Bartimeus.

High over the buz and noise of the multitude and the sound of the trampling of feet is heard a sweet voice, which tells ofmercy, and of love, and of grace. But louder than that voice is heard a piercing cry-a cry repeated many and many a time-whichgathers strength in repetition; and though the throat that utters it be hoarse, yet does the cry wax louder and louder, andstronger still,-"Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me." The Master stops. The sound ofmisery in earnest to be relieved can never be neglected by him. He looks around: there sits Bartimeus. The Saviour cansee him, though he cannot see the Saviour: "Bring him hither to me," saith he; "let him come to me, that I may have mercyon him." And now, they who had bidden him hold his clamor change their note, and gathering around him they say, "Be of goodcheer; rise, he calleth thee." Ah, poor comforters! they would not soothe him when he needed it. What cared he now for all theyhad to say? The Master had spoken; that was enough, without their officious assistance. Nevertheless they cry, "Arise,he calleth thee;" and they lead him, or are about to lead him, to Christ, but he needs no leading; pushing them aside he hurlsback the garment in which he wrapped himself by night-no doubt, a ragged one-and casting that away, the blind man seems asif he really saw at once. The sound guides him, and with a leap, leaving his cloak behind him, waving his hands for verygladness, there he stands in the presence of him who shall give him sight.

IV. We pause here to observe HOW EAGERLY HE OBEYED THE CALL. The Master had but to speak, but to stand still, and commandhim to be called, and he comes. No pressure is needed. Peter need not pull him by one arm, and John by the other. No; he leapsforward, and is glad to come. "He calleth me, and shall I stand back?"

And now, my dear hearers, how many of you have been called under the sound of the ministry, and yet you have not come: Whyis it? did you think that Christ did not mean it when he said-"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I willgive you rest?" Why is it that you still keep on at your labors and are still heavy laden? Why do you not come? Oh, come!Leap to him that calleth thee! I pray you cast away the rainment of your worldliness, the garment ofyour sin. Cast away the robe of your self-righteousness, and come, come away. Why is it that I bid you? Surely if youwill not come at the Saviour's bidding, you will not come at mine, If your own stern necessities do not make you attend tohis gracious call, surely nothing I can say can ever move you. O my poor blind brothers and sisters! you, who cannot see Christto be your Saviour, you that are full of guilt and fear, he calleth you,

"Come ye weary, heavy laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall."

Come ye that have no hope, no righteousness; ye outcast, ye desponding, ye distressed, ye lost, ye ruined, come! come! to-day.Whoever will, in your ears to-day doth mercy cry, "Arise, he calleth thee!" O, Saviour! call ye them effectually. Call now:let the Spirit speak. O Spirit of the living God, bid the poor prisoner come, and let him leap to lose his chains. I knowthat which kept me a long time from the Saviour was the idea that he had never called me: and yet when Icame to him, I discovered that long ere that he had invited me but I had closed my ear, I thought surely he had invitedevery one else to him, but I must be left out, the poorest and the vilest of them all. O sinner! if such be thy consciousness,then you are one to whom the invitation is specially addressed. Trust him now, justly thou art, with all thy sins about thee,come to him and ask him to forgive thee; plead his blood and merits, and thou canst not, shalt not plead in vain.

V. We proceed towards the conclusion. The man has come to Christ, let US LISTEN TO HIS SUIT. Jesus, with loving condescensiontakes him by the hand and in order to test him, and that all the crowd might see that he really knew what he wanted, Jesussaid to him-"What wilt thou that I should do unto thee?" How plain the man's confession, not one word too many, he could nothave said it in a word less-"Lord that I might receive my sight." There was no stammering here, nostuttering, and saying, "Lord I hardly know what to say." He just told it at once-"Lord that I might receive my sight."

Now if there be a hearer in this house who has a secret faith in Christ, and who has heard the invitation this morning, letme beseech you go home to your chamber, and there, kneeling by your bedside, by faith picture the Saviour saying to you-"Whatwilt thou that I should do unto thee?" "Fall on your knees, and without hesitation tell him all, tell him you are guilty,and you desire that he would pardon you. Confess your sins; keep none of them back. Say, "Lord, Iimplore thee pardon my drunkenness, my profanity, or whatever it may be that I have been guilty of;" and then still imaginethou hearest him saying-"What wilt thou that I should do unto thee?" Tell him, "Lord I would be kept from all these sins inthe future. I shall not be content with being pardoned, I want to be renewed;" tell him thou hast a hard heart, ask him tosoften it; tell him thou have a blind eye, and thou canst not see thine interest in Christ. Ask him to open it; confess beforehim thou art full of iniquity and prone to wander; ask him to take thine heart and wash it, and then to set it upon thingsabove, and suffer it no longer to be fond of the things of earth. Tell it out plainly, make a frank and full confession inhis presence; and what if it should happen, my dear hearer, that this very day, while thou art in thy chamber, Christ shouldgive thee the touch of grace, put thy sins away, save thy soul, and give thee the joy to know that thou art now a child ofGod,and now a heir of heaven. Imitate the blind man in the explicitness and straight-forwardness of his confession and hisrequest,-"Lord, that I might receive my sight."

Once again, how cheering the fact, the blind man had no sooner stated his desire than immediately he received his sight. Oh!how he must have leaped in that moment! What joys must have rushed in upon his spirit! He saw not the men as trees walking,but he received his sight at once; not a glimmer, but a bright full burst of sunlight fell upon his benighted eyeballs. Somepersons do not believe in instantaneous conversions, nevertheless they are facts. Man! a man has comeinto this hall with all his sins about him, and ere he has left it has felt his sins forgiven. He has come here a hardenedreprobate, but he has gone away from that day forth to lead a new life, and walk in the fear of God. The fact is, there aremany conversions that are gradual; but regeneration after all, at least in the part of it called "quickening," must be instantaneous,and justification is given to a man as swiftly as the flash of lightning. We are full of sin one hour, but it isforgiven in an instant; and sins, past, present, and to come, are cast to the four winds of heaven in less time than theclock takes to beat the death of a second. The blind man saw immediately.

And now what would you imagine this man would do as soon as his eyes were opened. Has he a father, will he not go to see him?Has he a sister, or a brother, will he not long to get to his household? Above all has he a partner of his poor blind existence,will he not seek her out to go and tell her that now he can behold the face of one who has so long loved and wept over him?Will he not now want to go and see the temple, and the glories of it? Does he not now desire tolook upon the hills and all their beauties, and behold the sea and its storms and all its wonders? No, there is but onething that poor blind man now longs for-it is that he may always see the man who has opened his eyes. "He followed Jesus inthe way." What a beautiful picture this is of a true convert. The moment his sins are forgiven, the one thing he wants todo is to serve Christ. His tongue begins to itch to tell somebody else of the mercy he has found. He longs to go off to thenextshop and tell some workfellow that his sins are all pardoned. He cannot be content. He thinks he could preach now. Puthim in the pulpit, and though there were ten thousand before him, he would not blush to say, "He hath taken me out of themiry clay, and out of the horrible pit, and set my feet upon a rock, and put a new song into my mouth and established my goings."All he now asks is, "Lord, I would follow thee whithersoever thou goest. Let me never lose thy company. Make my communionwiththee everlasting. Cause my love to increase. May my service be continual, and in this life may I walk with Jesus, andin the world to come all I ask is that I may live with him."

You see the crowd going along now. Who is that man in the midst with face so joyous? Who is that man who has lost his uppergarment? See he wears the dress of a beggar. Who is he? You would not think there is any beggary about him; for his step isfirm and his eye glistening and sparkles, and hearken to him; as he goes along, sometimes he is uttering a little hymn orsong; at other times when others are singing, hearken to his notes, the loudest of them all. Who is thisman, always so happy and so full of thankfulness.? It is the poor blind Bartimeus, who once sat by the wayside begging.And do you see yonder man, his brother, and his prototype? Who is it that sings so heartily in the house of God, and who whenhe is sitting in that house, or walking by the way is continually humming to himself, some strain of praise? Oh! it is thatdrunkard who has had his sins forgiven, it is that swearer who has had his profanity cleansed out, it is she who was onceaharlot, but is now one of the daughters of Jerusalem,-'tis she who once led others to hell, who now washes her Redeemer'sfeet and wipes them with the hairs of her head. Oh, may God grant that this story of Bartimeus may be written over again inyour experience, and may you all at last meet where the eternal light of God shall have chased away all blindness, and wherethe inhabitants shall never say, "I am sick."