The aged sufferer waited long
Upon Bethesda’s brink;
Till hopes, once rising warm and strong,
Began in fears to sink;
And heavy were the sighs he drew,
And fervent was his prayer,
For he, with safety full in view,
Still languished helpless there.
His hope grew dim; but one was nigh
Who saw the sufferer’s grief;
That gentle voice, that pitying eye,
Gave promise of relief.
Each pang that human weakness knows
Obeyed that powerful word;
He spake, and lo! the sick arose,
Rejoicing in his Lord.
Father of Jesus, when oppressed
With grief and pain we lie,
And, longing for Thy heavenly rest,
Despair to look on high,
O, may the Saviour’s words of peace
Within the wounded heart
Bid every doubt and suffering cease,
And strength and joy impart!
|Instances (1 - 4 of 4)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #116||The Pool of Bethesda||The aged sufferer waited long||Bulfinch||C. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #116||The aged sufferer waited long||The aged sufferer waited long||Bulfinch||1848|
|Selected Hymns for the Use of Children in Families or Sunday School #d95||The Aged sufferer waited long||The Aged sufferer waited long||Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch||1833|
|The Gospel Psalmist #175||Bethesda||The Aged sufferer waited long||1861||Christ-His Coming ||