Beside the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
From time to time my helpless soul,
Has waited for a cure.
But whither can I go?
There is no other pool,
Where streams of sov’reign virtue flow,
To make a sinner whole.
Beside the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
From time to time my helpless soul,
Has waited for a cure.
But whither can I go?
There is no other pool,
Where streams of sov’reign virtue flow,
To make a sinner whole.