A woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts, and cried unto Him, saying, Matthew 15:22
Have mercy on me, O Lord, Thou Son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil.
She came unto Jesus, her heart filled with grief,
She called to Him,
Master, O grant me relief;
My daughter is sick, she is sorely oppressed;
O grant my petition and heal her distress.
Her cry was unheeded, in vain did she pray,
Until His disciples said,
Send her away;
Then Jesus rebukingly said,
Not to thee,
To the lost sheep of Israel, salvation is free.
’Tis time, Lord and Master, yet,
O hear my prayer,
I ask but for crumbs from Thy table to share;
Thou surely wilt not send me empty away;
O hear my petition, and heal her today.
Then Jesus spake to her, in tones all divine,
Be it as thou wilt and no longer repine;
So great is thy faith, be it now unto thee,
All things that thou asketh, thy daughter is free.