In the crowd that gather’d there,
Round the Savior on His way,
Going, at a father’s prayer,
Where a maiden dying lay.
One there was whose sore distress
Prompted her those steps to take,
Nearer through the crowd to press,
Trial of His grace to make.
Skill’d physician there was none
Till this wondrous Healer came;
Mighty miracles were done
By the naming of His name.
Healing power in Him resides,
If I touch, I shall be cured,
Boundless grace in Him abides;
She of both was well assured.
Fully in Him she believed,
Touched Him softly, trembling much:
In a moment she perceived
She was healed by that one touch
Jesus turned and looked around,
Asking of them, “Who touched Me?”
And the woman courage found,
To confess that, it was she.
Then the Lord rejoiced indeed;
There was one whom He could bless,
One who trusted, in her need,
Both His power and willingness.
Better still than this He gave,
Peace to that poor woman’s heart;
Strong to heal and strong to save,
Saving peace did He impart.
Thus His Father’s power He showed,
Thus His Father’s love declared;
And His deep content o’erflowed,
For His Father’s joy He shared.
There is healing grace for all,
Though He walks not now on earth,
He can hear us when we call,
He can feel the touch of faith.