1 Beside the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor,
From year to year, my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.
2 How often have I seen
The healing waters move;
And others round me stepping in,
Their efficacy prove!
3 But my complaints remain;
I feel the very same;
As full of guilt. and fear, and pain,
As when at first I came.
4 O, would the Lord appear
My malady to heal;
He knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what distress I feel.
5 How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie?
Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I?
6 But whither can I go?
There is not other pool
Where streams of sov'reign virtue flow
To make a sinner whole.
7 Here, then from day to day,
I'll wait, and hope, and try;
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?
8 No--he is full of grace;
He never will permit
A soul, that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet.
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First Line: | Beside the gospel pool |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Bethesda's Pool; Supplication for the divine mercy |