DOWN to the pool of Siloam I went,
Groping my way.
"Wash thee," said one, the Messiah, God-sent—
I could but obey.
Up from the pool of Siloam I came,
Seeing his face!
Gone were the terror, the darkness, the shame—
Cleansed by his grace.
Water of Shiloah, softly it goes,
Spreading abroad,
Type of the river of healing that flows
From the city of God.
