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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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