Heal us, EMMANUEL, here we are

JEHOVAH-ROPHI, I am the Lord that healeth thee  by William Cowper


 * Heal us, EMMANUEL, here we are,
 * Waiting to feel thy touch;
 * Deep wounded souls to thee repair,
 * And, Savior 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,
 * O 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 gath'ring 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;
 * O! send us not despairing home,
 * Send none unhealed away.