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 Day by day, and with each passing moment Strength I find to meet my trials here Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment I've no cause for worry or for fear He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure Gives unto each day what He deems best Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure Mingling toil with peace and rest I need Thee, oh, I need Thee Every hour I need Thee Oh, bless me now, my Savior I come to Thee Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain Leave to thy God to order and provide In every change, He faithful will remain Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav'nly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To heal the sin-sick soul