1 Thousands stand today in sorrow,
Waiting at the pool;
Saying they will wash tomorrow,
Waiting at the pool;
Others step in left and right,
Wash their stained garments white,
Leaving you in sorrows night,
Waiting at the pool,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting at the pool.
2 Souls, your filthy garments wearing,
Waiting at the pool;
Hearts, your heavy burden bearing,
Waiting at the pool;
Can it be you never heard,
Jesus long ago hath stirred
The waters with his mighty word,
Waiting at the pool,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting at the pool.
3 Thousands once were standing near you,
Waiting at the pool;
Come their voices back to cheer you,
Waiting at the pool;
Back from Canaan’s happy shore,
Sorrows past and labor o’er,
Where they stand in tears no more,
Waiting at the pool,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting at the pool.
4 Mother leaves the son, the daughter,
Waiting at the pool;
Calls to them across the water,
Waiting at the pool;
You can never more embrace
Mother, or behold her face,
If you keep the leper’s place,
Waiting at the pool,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting at the pool.
5 Step in boldly—death may smite you,
Waiting at the pool;
Jesus may no more invite you,
Waiting at the pool;
Faith is near you, take her hand,
Seek with her the better land,
And no longer doubting stand,
Waiting at the pool,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting at the pool.
Source: The Ark of Praise #20
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