Jehovah-Rophi
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
"I am the Lord that healeth thee" ( Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Our faith is feeble, we confess, Remember him who once applied, She too, who touch'd Thee in the press, Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, Like her, with hopes and fears we come,Waiting to feel Thy touch:
Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.
We faintly trust Thy word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!
With trembling, for relief;
"Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
"Oh, help my unbelief!"
And healing virtue stole,
Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
She would have shunn'd Thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.
To touch Thee, if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home!
