Jehovah-Rophi. I Am the Lord That Healeth Thee
(Exodus, xv.26)
- 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 touch'd Thee in the press,
- And healing virtue stole,
- Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
- Thy faith hath made thee whole."
- Conceal'd amid the gathering throng,
- She would have shunn'd 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 unheal'd away!
- William Cowper
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