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.