Waiting at the Pool

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 stain­èd gar­ments white

Leaving you in sor­row’s night

Waiting at the pool

Waiting

wait­ing

wait­ing at the pool.

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.

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.

Mother leaves the son

the daugh­ter

Waiting at the pool;

Calls to them across the wa­ter

Waiting at the pool;

You can nev­er­more em­brace

Mother

or be­hold her face

If you keep the le­per’s place

Waiting at the pool;

Waiting

wait­ing

wait­ing at the pool.

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.