(Sing to the tune of Frere Jacques)

Bartimaeus, Bartimaeus,

He was blind. He was blind.

He sat by the way begging. He sat by the way begging.

Begging men. Begging men.

He heard Jesus. He heard Jesus.

Coming close, coming close,

He cried Son of David. He cried Son of David.

Mercy, please. Mercy please.

Men said quiet. Men said quiet.

But he cried, but he cried.

He cried all the louder. He cried all the louder.

Mercy, please. Mercy please.

Jesus healed him. Jesus healed him.

On that day, on that day,

His faith had made him whole. His faith had made him whole.

He could see. He could see.