John 5:1-3

• [Joh 5:2] Bethesda Is Open

  Bethesda is open, the angel has come, The Spirit is calling for thee; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room; Salvation through Jesus is free. Refrain Salvation is free, salvation is free, Salvation through Jesus is free; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room, Bethesda is open for thee. Come press to the waters while mercy is here, Accept of a cleansing complete; O, hear the entreaty, dismissing your fear; Lo, judgment and mercy now meet. Refrain The house of Bethesda for sinners was built, The pool is a fountain of love; The waters are troubled for canceling guilt, And still for our healing they move. Refrain

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• [Joh 5:2] Here At Bethesda’s Pool

  Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor, The withered, halt, and blind; With waiting hearts expect a cure, And free admittance find. Here streams of wondrous virtue flow To heal a sin-sick soul; To wash the filthy white as snow, And make the wounded whole. The dumb break forth in songs of praise, The blind their sight receive; The cripple runs in wisdom’s ways, The dead revive, and live! Restrained to no one case, or time, These waters always move; Sinners, in every age and clime, Their vital influence prove. Yet numbers daily near them lie, Who meet with no relief; With life in view they pine and die In hopeless unbelief. ’Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, And yet frequent the pool; But none can even wish for faith, While love of sin bears rule. Satan their consciences has sealed, And stupefied their thought; For were they willing to be healed, The cure would soon be wrought. Do Thou, dear Savior, interpose, Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, And grace is preached in vain.

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• [Joh 5:3] Beside The Gospel Pool

  Beside the Gospel pool Appointed for the poor; From year to year, my helpless soul Has waited for a cure. How often have I seen The healing waters move; And others, round me, stepping in Their efficacy prove. But my complaints remain, I feel the very same; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain. As when at first I came. O would the Lord appear My malady to heal; He knows how long I’ve languished here; And what distress I feel. How often have I thought Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I. But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sovereign virtue flow To make a sinner whole. Here then, from day to day, I’ll wait, and hope, and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? No: He is full of grace; He never will permit A soul, that fain would see His face, To perish at His feet.

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  source: Cyberhymnal