Оригинален текст
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
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, to heal, to heal, to heal, oh
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul