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BOOK I. 2 How often have I seen
 * The healing waters move,

And others, round me, stepping in,
 * Their efficacy prove!

3 But my complaints remain:
 * I feel the very same;

As full of guilt and fear and pain
 * As when at first I came.

4 would the Lord appear
 * My malady to heal;

He knows how long I've languish'd here,
 * And what distress I feel.

5 How often have I thought, Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I?

6 But whether can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sovereign virtue flow To make a sinner whole.

7 Here, then, from day to day, I'll wait and hope and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die!

8 No: he is full of grace; He never will permit A soul that fain would see his face To perish at his feet.

1 at Bethesda's pool, the poor, The wither'd, halt, and blind, With waiting hearts expect a cure, And free admittance find.

2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow, To heal the sin-sick soul,—