| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To make the wounded whole
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| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To heal the sin-sick soul
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| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To make the wounded whole
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| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To heal the sin-sick soul
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| Sometimes I feel discouraged
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| And think my work’s in vain
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| But then the Holy Spirit
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| Revives my soul again
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| Oh, there is a balm in Gilead
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| To make the wounded whole
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| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To heal the sin-sick soul
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| If you cannot sing like angels
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| If you cannot preach like Paul
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| Go home and tell your neighbor
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| «He died to save us all»
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| Oh, there is a balm in Gilead
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| To make the wounded whole
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| There is a balm in Gilead
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| To heal the sin-sick soul
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| Oh, in Gilead
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| Oh, in Gilead
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| There is a balm to heal the sin-sick soul |