(Exodus, xv.26) <br /> <br />Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, <br />Waiting to feel Thy touch: <br />Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair <br />And, Saviour, we are such. <br /> <br />Our faith is feeble, we confess, <br />We faintly trust Thy word; <br />But wilt Thou pity us the less? <br />Be that far from Thee, Lord! <br /> <br />Remember him who once applied, <br />With trembling, for relief; <br />"Lord, I believe," with tears he cried, <br />"Oh, help my unbelief!" <br /> <br />She too, who touch'd Thee in the press, <br />And healing virtue stole, <br />Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, <br />Thy faith hath made thee whole." <br /> <br />Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, <br />She would have shunn'd Thy view; <br />And if her faith was firm and strong, <br />Had strong misgivings too. <br /> <br />Like her, with hopes and fears we come, <br />To touch Thee, if we may; <br />Oh! send us not despairing home, <br />Send none unheal'd away!<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jehovah-rophi-i-am-the-lord-that-healeth-thee/
