1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.