Waiting At The Pool

Verse 1

Thousands stand today in sorrow, Waiting at the pool; Saying they will wash tomorrow, Waiting at the pool; Others step in left and right, Wash their stained garments white, Leaving you in sorrows night, Waiting at the pool, Waiting, waiting, Waiting at the pool.

Verse 2

Souls, your filthy garments wearing, Waiting at the pool; Hearts, your heavy burden bearing, Waiting at the pool; Can it be you never heard, Jesus long ago hath stirred The waters with his mighty word, Waiting at the pool, Waiting, waiting, Waiting at the pool.

Verse 3

Thousands once were standing near you, Waiting at the pool; Come their voices back to cheer you, Waiting at the pool; Back from Canaan’s happy shore, Sorrows past and labor o’er, Where they stand in tears no more, Waiting at the pool, Waiting, waiting, Waiting at the pool.

Verse 4

Mother leaves the son, the daughter, Waiting at the pool; Calls to them across the water, Waiting at the pool; You can never more embrace Mother, or behold her face, If you keep the leper’s place, Waiting at the pool, Waiting, waiting, Waiting at the pool.

Verse 5

Step in boldly—death may smite you, Waiting at the pool; Jesus may no more invite you, Waiting at the pool; Faith is near you, take her hand, Seek with her the better land, And no longer doubting stand, Waiting at the pool, Waiting, waiting, Waiting at the pool.