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