731    C.M.     WIlliam Cowper
“I am the Lord that healeth thee.” Exod. 15. 26

1 Heal us, Immanuel, 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;
  We faintly trust thy word;
  But wilt thou pity us the less?
  Be that far from thee, Lord.

3 Remember him who once applied,
  With trembling for relief;
  “Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,
  “O help my unbelief.”

4 She, too, who touched thee in the press,
  And healing virtue stole,
  Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace;
  Thy faith hath made thee whole.”

5 Like her, with hopes and fears we come,
  To touch thee, if we may;
  O send us not despairing home;
  Send none unhealed away.