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