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He who lull'd the storm to rest,
Cleans'd the lepers, raised the dead,
Whilst a crowd around him press'd,
Near that suffering one did tread.
Cleans'd the lepers, raised the dead,
Whilst a crowd around him press'd,
Near that suffering one did tread.
Nerv'd by blended hope and fear,
Reasoned thus her anxious heart;
¢If to touch him I draw near,
All my suffering shall depart.
Reasoned thus her anxious heart;
¢If to touch him I draw near,
All my suffering shall depart.
"While the crowd around him stand,
I will touch," the sufferer said;
Forth she reached her timid hand—
As she touched her sickness fled.
I will touch," the sufferer said;
Forth she reached her timid hand—
As she touched her sickness fled.
"Who hath touched me?" Jesus cried;
"Virtue from my body's gone."
From the crowd a voice replied,
"Why inquire in such a throng?"
"Virtue from my body's gone."
From the crowd a voice replied,
"Why inquire in such a throng?"
Faint with fear through every limb,
Yet too grateful to deny,
Tremblingly she knelt to him,
"Lord!" she answered it was I!"
Yet too grateful to deny,
Tremblingly she knelt to him,
"Lord!" she answered it was I!"
Kindly, gently, Jesus said—
Words like balm unto her soul—
"Peace upon thy life be shed!
Child! thy faith has made thee whole!"
Words like balm unto her soul—
"Peace upon thy life be shed!
Child! thy faith has made thee whole!"
