Thy Daughter Is Free

She came un­to Je­sus

her heart filled with grief

She called to Him

Mas­ter

O grant me re­lief;

My daugh­ter is sick

she is sore­ly op­pressed;

O grant my pe­ti­tion and heal her dis­tress.

Her cry was un­heed­ed

in vain did she pray

Until His dis­ci­ples said

Send her away;

Then Je­sus re­buk­ing­ly said

Not to thee

To the lost sheep of Is­ra­el

sal­va­tion is free.

’Tis time

Lord and Mas­ter

yet

O hear my pray­er

I ask but for crumbs from Thy ta­ble to share;

Thou sure­ly wilt not send me emp­ty away;

O hear my pe­ti­tion

and heal her to­day.

Then Je­sus spake to her

in tones all di­vine

Be it as thou wilt and no longer re­pine;

So great is thy faith

be it now un­to thee

All things that thou ask­eth

thy daugh­ter is free.