Bethesda

I come

O Lord

when trou­bled waves are stir­ring

The heal­ing fount that cures the touch of sin;

I come in hope

no faint­ness then de­ter­ring

But there are none

O Lord

to help me in.

Help me in

help me in!

I am tired now of sin;

Help me in

help me in!

I may life eter­nal in!

I come

O Lord

when mer­cy is ex­tend­ed

And an­gel wings are brood­ing soft­ly o’er;

The ways of sin

that I had once de­fend­ed

I leave them all

and I can do no more.

I come

O Lord

though oth­ers may be hast­ing

With strong­er steps to seek the way of life;

I come in faith

no pre­cious mo­ment wast­ing

While earth and Heav­en with love and peace are rife.