Balm in Gilead

There is balm in Gilead; there is balm for my soul
In the streams of the Jordan broken spirits are made whole
There are streams in the desert land that give healing within
And whoe’er tastes these streams of grace shall never thirst again

There’s a place where He pours out His grace upon the needy heart
Where at last things become complete yet suddenly things start
We can sing and hide beneath His wing, protected from all harms
There the Good Shepherd graciously shall bear us in His arms

There’s a mount in Canaan’s land; there’s a cleft in the stone
There’s a place where the wand’ring heart can fin’ly feel at home
There is rest in the Savior’s arms; there is rest for my soul
There is dear love and freedom ‘neath His yoke and His control

There’s a fount that springs from Zion’s mount that can cleanse us from sin
See the gates of the city opened wide to let us in
To the Son’s sweet goodness we shall run—to His unending store
In the house of our Savior we shall flourish evermore