I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee

Verse 1

Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer; we wait to feel thy touch; deep-wounded souls to thee repair, and Savior, we are such.

Verse 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!

Verse 3

Remember him who once applied with trembling for relief; "Lord, I believe," with tears he cried; "O help my unbelief!"

Verse 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."

Verse 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.