There is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, He asked him, Do you want to get well?@John 5:2-6
portrait
William G. Fischer (1835-1912)

Alfred J. Hough, in Beulah Songs, edited by William McDonald & Lewis Hartsough (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: National Publishing Association for Promotion of Holiness, 1879), number 85.

William G. Fischer (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.