Beside the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor,
From time to time, my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.

O, would the Lord appear,
My malady to heal!
He knows how long I’ve languish’d here,
And what distress I feel.

Here, then, from day to day,
I’ll wait, and hope, and try;
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?

Recordings 1, 2, 3