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70 4 The virtues of this healing tree Are known and prized by few : Reveal the secret, Lord, to me, That I may prize it too.

5 The cross on which the Saviour died And conquer d for his saints, This is the tree by faith applied, Which sweetens all complaints.

6 Thousands have found the bless d effect, Nor longer mourn their lot ; While on his sorrows they reflect, Their own are all forgot.

7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, Though many griefs they meet, They draw a gain from every loss, And find the bitter sweet.

1 HEAL us, Emmanuel ; here we are, Waiting to feel thy touch : Deep-wounded souls to thee repair, And, Saviour, we are such.

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

3 Remember him who once applied With trembling for relief ; &quot; Lord, I believe,&quot; with tears he cried, &quot;0 help my unbelief!&quot;

4 She too who touch d thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer d, &quot; Daughter, go in peace : Thy faith hath made thee whole.&quot;

5 Conceal d amid the gathering throng, She would have shunn d thy view,