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

The shades of love lie deep,
About that sacred place,
Where Jesus oft His tryst doth keep
Or show His smiling face.

From ev’ry soul disease,
And trouble of the mind,
All who have sinful maladies
Doth here a solace find.

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