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 hath 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.