G. F. Root
SHE only touched the hem of His garment
As to His side she stole,
Amid the crowd that gathered around Him;
And straightway she was whole.
Oh, touch the hem of His garment,
And thou, too, shalt be free;
His saving power this very hour
Shall give new life to thee.
2
She came in fear and trembling before Him,
She knew her Lord had come,
She felt that from Him virtue had healed her,
The mighty deed was done.
3
He turned with “Daughter, be of good comfort,
Thy faith hath made thee whole”:
And peace that passeth all understanding
With gladness filled her soul.
