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'''Description:''' The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.
'''Description:''' The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.

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General Information

Title: Expectant at Bethesda
Composer: Benjamin Milgrove
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Description: The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.

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Original text and translations

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Expectant at Bethesda lie
The lame, the withered and the blind;
These sons of pain and misery
Wait the propitious hour to find;
When the kind angel from above
Shall the health-giving water move.

Those sons of misery and woe
In us, O gracious Saviour, see,
Halting, nor have we strength to go
In strict conformity to Thee;
Sightless, in vain our eyeballs roll,
And all infirmity the soul.

Yes, 'tis our better part that lies
Exposed to all these mortal ills;
The soul, th'immortal spirit dies,
And Tophet's ceaseless torments feels;
Unless a sov'reign balm we know,
And life from blest Bethesda flow.

Here, Lord, we wait; now move the wave,
The true Bethesda; let us prove
Present a mighty power to save,
The force of Jesu's dying love.
Now let us bathe in mercy's sea,
And find our health, life, all from Thee.