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Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
To wounded souls stretch forth thine hand.
Blest Saviour we are such.
Remember him who once apply'd,
With trembling for relief;
"Lord, I believe," with tears, he cry'd,
"Oh, help my unbelief."
She too, who touched thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole.
Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
Like her, with hopes and fears we come,
To touch thee if we may;
Oh, send us not despairing home,
Send none unhealed away.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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YORK
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1650
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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