And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may desponding care look up;
And sorrow lay its burden down,
Or learn of him to drink the cup,
To bear the cross and win the crown.
3 Here may the sick and wandering soul,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda’s pool,
Or than Siloam’s healing wave;
And may we learn, while here, apart