She came to Jesus, one of old;
Who sent her He has not revealed;
This only are we plainly told,
How she by simple faith was healed.
O touch Him too! O touch Him too!
There’s virtue still in Christ for thee;
His blood can cleanse, His power can save,
Though crimson dyed your sins may be.
She heard, she came, she touched the hem
Of His loose garment in the way;
Immediately through her weak frame
She felt the thrill of health that day.
I came with all my guilt and sin;
Knelt in contrition at His feet;
The Holy Spirit entered in,
And wrought in me a change complete.
O come to Him, and rest assured!
Whate’er thy sin He’ll welcome thee;
Whoever came to Him was cured,
And from all doubt and fear set free.