“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.

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