Exod. 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, "Oh, help my unbelief!" She too, who touched thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answered, "Daughter, go in peace, Thy faith hath 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; Oh! send us not despairing home! Send none unhealed away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |