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.