Only a touch—but every hope was in it,
For all she held as dear was now at stake.
Within her view the prize, but could she win it?
Only a touch!—would she the venture make?
Only a touch—behold her hand extended,
Constrained by power beyond her pressing need,
Oh, grace divine, to human woe descending!
Only a touch—and straightway she was freed.
Only a touch—but oh, her Savior felt it;
Each weary sigh had found His wakeful ear.
Her heart He knew, the fears that still indwelt it;
Only a touch—but now His Word of cheer.
Only a touch—why should you miss the blessing?
Why stand aloof and let it pass you by?
Stretch forth your hand, your need to Him confessing;
Only a touch—the Savior now is nigh.
Only a touch—to Him be all the glory!
The mighty work by Him alone was done.
Praise, praise His name, and tell again the story—
“Only a touch"—the path of life begun!