Heal us, Immanuel! hear our prayer;
We wait 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 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."
Like her, with hopes and fears we come
To touch thee, if we may:
O send us not despairing home.
Send none unhealed away.
– William Cowper, 1731-1800
Congregational Praise. Independent Press Ltd. London, 1967.
BOBS! I really like that...oh the hope!
Posted by: Mez at September 30, 2006 04:18 PMyeah... it's a keeper. i wrote a tune to it for when i'm all by myself in the conference center, so i can just belt it out at the top of my lungs. somehow, i just comprehend the sense of these old hymns once i've spent some time singing them different ways.
Posted by: bob at October 3, 2006 09:30 AM