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