Jehovah-Rophi. I Am The Lord That Healeth Thee. - Exodus xv.26.

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 applied,
With trembling, for relief;
Lord, I believe, with tears he cried,^[1]
Oh, help my unbelief!


She too, who touchd thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
Was answerd, Daughter, go in peace,^[2]
Thy faith hath made thee whole.


Conceald amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunnd 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 unheald away.

William Cowper

William Cowper was an English poet and hymnodist known for his contributions to English literature and the Evangelical revival of the 18th century. He suffered from periods of severe depression and mental illness, which influenced much of his work. Despite his struggles, Cowper produced notable works including 'Olney Hymns' in collaboration with John Newton and 'The Task,' which gained considerable popularity. His poetry is often characterized by its introspective, religious, and sometimes melancholic themes.

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Hark, my soul! it is the Lord:
Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
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My song shall bless the Lord of all,
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