There is a balm in Gilead
A wounded heart.
there is a
Give me heart to hear the sound
in sick soul there is a
To make a wonder.
There is a
In Gilead
The same, same,
Sometimes.
I feel discouraged I'm
my wits in thee.
But then the Holy Spirit
We bless my soul.
Oh, there is a path.
To me a wonder home.
There is a ball
Thank you.
The sixes
If you cannot sing like angels
If you cannot preach like Paul
Go home and tell your neighbor it's
To save us all
There is a God
Thank you.
There is a poem in Gilead
I hear the sea.
is so
Thank you.
Thank you.
There is a God
Thank you.
Oh, sing, sing.
