XLII. Heal us, Immanuel, here we are

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?
Far be that from the 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 touch'd thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, "Daughter, go in peace,
"Thy faith hath made thee whole."

5 Conceal'd amidst the gather'd throng,
She would have shunn'd thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.

6 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.

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First Line: Heal us, Immanuel, here we are
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Notes: Now Public Domain.
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