She only touch’d the hem of His garment
As to His side she stole,
Amid the crowd that gather’d around Him,
And straightway she was whole.
Oh, touch the hem of His garment
And thou, too, shalt be free;
His saving pow’r this very hour
Shall give new life to thee.
She came in fear and trembling before Him,
She knew her Lord had come;
She felt that from Him virtue had healed her,
The mighty deed was done.
He turn’d with “Daughter, be of good comfort,
Thy faith hath made thee whole;”
And peace that passeth all understanding
With gladness filled her soul.
G.F.R./Geo. F. Root