Sometimes I feel discouraged,

And think my work's in vain,

But then the Holy Spirit,

Revives my soul again,



There is a balm in Gilead

To make the wounded whole

There is a balm in Gilead

To heal the sin-sick soul



If you can't pray like Peter,

If you can't pray like Paul,

Go home and tell your neighbor,

"He died to save us all"



There is a balm in Gilead

To make the wounded whole

There is a balm in Gilead

To heal the sin-sick soul