I Touched the Hem by Worthie Harris Holden

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 21, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 28.

“I Touched the Hem”

By Worthie Harris Holden

Lost in a crowd, mid a great, motley throng Eagerly pressing and urging along, Jostled by many, but cared for by none, Who there discerneth the suffering one? Ah, in the midst of that vast, surging crowd, Moveth the Master, ’mong humble and proud. His is a heart of divine sympathy— “Whence hath faith’s touch taken virtue from Me?” Love seeking witness from her who received, Grants benediction because she believed. Kneeling, all trembling, she seeks not in vain. “I touched the hem of Thy garment, to gain Healing and cleansing, and lo, I am whole!” “Daughter, be comforted. Peace to thy soul!”

Who, in the midst of earth’s throng and its press, Hath not felt loneliness, want, or distress? “Nobody cares,” cries the soul sick and weak; “Nobody aids—none even will speak.” Knowest thou not that the Master is near, Thy great Physician? O soul, do not fear! Touch thou His garment and haste to confess. He in His tender compassion will bless, Healing affliction and sorrow and sin, Thy heart’s devotion and service to win.