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