The Penitent at the Table

Verse 1

How long, thou faithful God, shall I Here on thy ways forgotten lie? When shall the means of healing be The channels of thy grace to me?

Verse 2

Sinners on every side step in, And wash away their pain and sin; But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still ie expiring at the Pool.

Verse 3

Thou cov'nant angel swift come down, To-day thine own appointments crown; Thy power into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use.

Verse 4

Thou seest me lying at the Pool. I would, thou know'st I would be whole; O let the troubled waters move, And minister thy healing love.