Go Wash in the Beautiful Stream

There was Na­aman the le­per

that hon’r­able man

A cap­tain of the Sy­ri­an host;

He was bad­ly af­flict­ed and sick in the land

And a bur­den to all of his host;

O my

what a sight! his dis­ease made him white

No doc­tor could help him I’ve seen;

He nev­er did pray

and he knew not the way

To get in­to the beau­ti­ful stream.

Go wash in the beau­ti­ful stream

Go wash in the beau­ti­ful stream

O Naa­man

O Naa­man

go down and wash

Go wash in the beau­ti­ful stream.

He heard of a man in the He­brew land

A lit­tle maid told him about;

I’ll go if I can

he said to his friend

For he may re­lieve me

no doubt;

So he went and called on the serv­ant of God

And Eli­sha re­fused to be seen.

But he lifted his bur­den and sent him to Jor­dan

To wash in the beau­ti­ful stream.

So Naa­man went on

and the serv­ant had gone

Whom Eli­sha had sent to the door;

He did not be­lieve that He had re­ceived

From the pro­phet a per­fect cure;

He thought that the riv­ers down in his own land

Were bet­ter be­cause they were clean;

It was just about night when he got in the light

And plunged in­to the beau­ti­ful stream.

O sin­ner

O sin­ner

are you not the same

As Naa­man that not­ed Sy­ri­an?

Your sick­ness in­jures both bo­dy and soul

And makes you feel loath­some and mean.

If you feel you are lost

just shoul­der the cross

And Je­sus will then make you clean.

If you feel you are sick

just come along quick

And get in­to the beau­ti­ful stream.