Heal us, EMMANUEL, here we are

by William Cowper

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.