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