The Healing Touch

An ea­ger

rest­less crowd drew near

And round the Sav­ior pressed;

But one

with warm and lov­ing faith

His heal­ing pow­er con­fessed.

She had touched the hem of His gar­ment

Trusting with all her soul;

For ev­ery touch of the lov­ing Je­sus

Can make the wound­ed whole.

The mul­ti­tude

with cu­ri­ous eyes

Just gazed up­on His face;

But she glanced up with hope

and love

To feel His sav­ing grace.

Oh

near to Christ the ma­ny came

In that most fa­vored hour!

But one stretched out the hand of faith

And touched His heal­ing pow­er.

Of all who throng His courts to­day

Who shall re­ceive His Word?

Who shall reach forth with faith sin­cere

To touch the heal­ing Lord?

Come and touch the hem of His gar­ment

Trusting with all your soul;

For ev­ery touch of the lov­ing Je­sus

Can make the wound­ed whole.