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John Newton - The Pool Of Bethesda
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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 sovereign 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 grace;
He never will permit
A soul, that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet.
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