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<h2>BESIDE THE GOSPEL POOL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep market a pool, which is called…Bethesda, having five porches. In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water.” John 5:3</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Andrew,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a> (1838-1896) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_standreb.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Beside the Gospel pool<br>
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Appointed for the poor;<br>
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From year to year, my helpless soul<br>
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Has waited for a cure.</p>
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<p>How often have I seen<br>
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The healing waters move;<br>
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And others, round me, stepping in<br>
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Their efficacy prove.</p>
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<p>But my complaints remain,<br>
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I feel the very same;<br>
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As full of guilt, and fear, and pain.<br>
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As when at first I came.</p>
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<p>O would the Lord appear<br>
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My malady to heal;<br>
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He knows how long I’ve languished here;<br>
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And what distress I feel.</p>
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<p>How often have I thought<br>
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Why should I longer lie?<br>
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Surely the mercy I have sought<br>
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Is not for such as I.</p>
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<p>But whither can I go?<br>
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There is no other pool<br>
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Where streams of sovereign virtue flow<br>
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To make a sinner whole.</p>
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<p>Here then, from day to day,<br>
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I’ll wait, and hope, and try;<br>
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Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,<br>
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Yet suffer him to die?</p>
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<p>No: He is full of grace;<br>
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He never will permit<br>
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A soul, that fain would see His face,<br>
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To perish at His feet.</p>
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