Beside the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
From time to time my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields
Or walk the golden streets.
From White, B.F. The Sacred Harp Revised Cooper edition, Samson, Alabama: Sacred Harp Book Co., 2006.
Published: 17 August 2010
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