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