A Collection of Evangelical Hymns ‎#LXXII

LXXII. The Pool of Bethesda

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 as first I came.

4 Oh 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Beside the gospel pool
• Title: The Pool of Bethesda
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Topic: The Sensible Sinner
• Notes: Public Domain.

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