Jehovah-Rophi

Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;

Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
Deep wounded souls to thee repair,
And, Saviour we are such.

Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust thy word;
But wilt thou pity us the less?
Be that far from thee, Lord!

Remember him who once applied
With trembling, for relief;
“Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,
“Oh, help my unbelief!”

She too, who touched thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.”

Concealed amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunned thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.

Like her, with hopes and fears, we come,
To touch thee if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unhealed away!

I Am the Lord That Healeth Thee

Exod. 15:26

William Cowper