Hymn 3
Jehovah-Rophi, I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee
Jehovah-Rophi, I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee
Exodus xv
Exodus xv
Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
Deep-wounded souls to thee repair,
And, Saviour, 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 apply’d
With trembling for relief;
„Lord, I believe, with tears he cry’d,
O help my unbelief.”
She too, who touch’d thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole;
Was answer’d, „Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.”
Conceal’d amid the gath’ring throng,
She would have shun’d 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;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal’d away.