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112. Beside the gospel pool
Hymn 112
Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor; From year to year, my helpless soul Has waited for a cure.
How often have I seen The healing waters move; And others, round me, stepping in Their efficacy prove.
But my complaints remain, I feel the very same; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain. As when at first I came.
O would the LORD appear My malady to heal; He knows how long I’ve languished here; And what distress I feel.
How often have I thought Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I.
But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of virtue flow To make a sinner whole.
Here then, from day to day, I’ll wait, and hope, and try; Can JESUS hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die?
No: he is full of ; He never will permit A soul, that fain would see his face, To perish at his feet.