Only a Touch!

Only a touch of the tre­mu­lous hand

As the cur­ious throng drew nigh;

Only a touch! but how won­drous and grand!

The Mas­ter was pass­ing by.

Only a touch! on­ly a touch!

Touch Him

and you’ll know why;

Only a touch of His gar­ment’s hem:

O touch Him! ere He pass by.

Only a touch! but the an­swer came swift

And tho’ all of her liv­ing was spent

Only a touch! what a glo­ri­ous gift

The heal­ing to her was sent.

Only a touch! of the trem­ulous soul

As she pressed in the surg­ing throng;

Only a touch! yet it made her whole

And vir­tue had made her strong.

Only a touch of His gar­ment’s hem

With a hope in His heal­ing grace;

Only a touch! with a faith in Him

He turned and be­held her face.