Near the healing pool Bethesda
Day by day
Where the gentle breezes
Through the porches play,
Many weak and weary,
Halt and withered lay,
Waiting for the moving of the water.

Weary waiting at Bethesda's side,
For the moving of the healing tide,
Lord from Thee be all my strength supplied
While waiting for the moving of the water.

So in helpless misery
And sin I lie.
Hearing not the footstep of
The angel night.
Trembling, hoping, fearing
Lest I die.
Waiting for the moving of the water.

Weary waiting at Bethesda's side,
For the moving of the healing tide,
Lord from Thee be all my strength supplied
While waiting for the moving of the water.

Jesus knows the mourner's grief
And hears his sighs.
Sees the look of anguish
And the streaming eyes.
Kindly speaks and bids
The weary suff'rer, "Rise."
Waiting for the moving of the water.

Weary waiting at Bethesda's side,
For the moving of the healing tide,
Lord from Thee be all my strength supplied
While waiting for the moving of the water.

Loving Savior, all my weakness
Thou dost see;
Still thy tender mercies, Lord,
Bestow on me.
Speak the word and let me stand
Complete in thee,
Waiting for the moving of the water.

Weary waiting at Bethesda's side,
For the moving of the healing tide,
Lord from Thee be all my strength supplied
While waiting for the moving of the water.