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