“In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk.” John 5. 3
J. Kent C.M.
As round the pool, Bethesda named,
The sick and wounded lay,
And went from hence, though sorely maimed,
Restored to health away;
So, at the gospel pool we wait,
Disordered all by sin;
In a polluted, dreadful state,
And lepers all unclean.
Lo, here are souls by Satan bound,
And who shall set them free?
Speak, Lord, there’s mercy in the sound;
All power belongs to thee.
Descend, descend, thou God of grace,
Thy saving health display;
Thy mercy suit to every case;
Send none unhealed away.