1. Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor,
The withered, lame, and blind,
With waiting hearts expect a cure,
And free admittance find.
2. Here streams of wondrous virtue flow
To heal a sin-sick soul;
To wash the filthy bright as snow,
And make the wounded whole.
3. Restrained to no one case or time,
These waters always move;
Sinners, in every age and clime,
Their vital influence prove.
4. Yet numbers daily near them lie,
Who meet with no relief;
With life in view they pine and die
In hopeless unbelief.
5. Do now, dear Savior, interpose,
Their stubborn will constrain,
Or else to the them the water flows
And grace is preached in vain.
Source: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #163