Go Wash in the Beautiful Stream

Verse 1

Now Naaman the leper, that hon'rable man, A captain of Syria's guard, Was badly afflicted and covered by rash, But favored in sight of the Lord. Oh my! what a sight; disease made him white; No doctor could help him he'd seen; He never did pray And knew not the way To wash in the beautiful stream.

Chorus

Go wash in the beautiful stream, Go wash in the beautiful stream; O Naaman, O Naaman, go down and wash, Go wash in the beautiful stream.

Verse 2

He heard of a man in the Israelite land A woman had told him about; I'll go if I can, thus he said to his friends, For he may relieve me, no doubt. He went and he called the prophet of God; Elisha refused to be seen, But offered his care And sent him down there To wash in the beautiful stream.

Verse 3

So Naaman raged on, and the servant had gone Whom 'lisha had sent to the door; He did not believe what he had just received, Instructions for his perfect cure; He tho't waters flowing in his own land Were better because they were clean; 'Twas just about night, He got in the light And plunged in the beautiful stream.

Verse 4

Now sinner, O sinner, are you not the same As Naaman, that strong Syrian? Your sickness, it injures both body and soul And makes you feel loathsome and mean; You feel you are lost, but turn to the cross, And Jesus will then make you clean. All those who are sick, Be humble and quick, And wash in the beautiful stream.