By His wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer,
[originally, Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are]
We wait 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,
Daughter, go in peace;
Thy faith has made thee whole.
Concealed amid the gathering 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.