Jehovah Rophi, I am the Lord that healeth thee

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

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!