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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 fight 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
efuse 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 Saviour, interpose,
Their stubborn wills constrain;
Or else to them the water flows,
And grace is preached in vain.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 5:2-4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BEATITUDO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 27 | No key | | # 35 | No key | | # 405 | Ab | | # 501 | Ab | | # 200 | Ab | | # 424 | Ab | | # 438 | Ab | | # 604 | Bb | | # 727 | No key |
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