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,
Was an­swered, 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.