How crowded the Pool of Bethesda As sick and spectators awaited The angel who troubled the waters; How frantic the struggle for healing, How often, how cruelly fated, The man who had no one to help him! Say not, 'I have no one to help me', As long as the Friend of the Friendless Stands by you to share your affliction; For last shall be first in his Kingdom, Whose power and compassion are endless. Come quickly, Lord Jesus, and heal us!