930    C.M.     J. Kent
“In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk.” John 5. 3

1 As round the pool, Bethesda named,
  The sick and wounded lay,
  And went from hence, though sorely maimed,
  Restored to health away;

2 So, at the gospel pool we wait,
  Disordered all by sin;
  In a polluted, dreadful state,
  And lepers all unclean.

3 Lo, here are souls by Satan bound,
  And who shall set them free?
  Speak, Lord, there’s mercy in the sound;
  All power belongs to thee.

4 Descend, descend, thou God of grace,
  Thy saving health display;
  Thy mercy suit to every case;
  Send none unhealed away.