THE HEALING TOUCH

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 22, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 50.

THE HEALING TOUCH.

Amid the eager multitude Who followed, close to press And catch the wondrous words of Him Who came to heal and bless, Was one so meek and ill her fame She scarcely dared His notice claim.

Though thrust aside and jostled oft By those who backward held, Still nearer to His side she stole, By her great need impelled; "If I but touch His garment's braid I shall be healed and blessed," she said.

A moment, and the seamless robe By passing breezes fanned, To which her humble faith had clung, Was wafted to her hand. A single touch as on He sped, And all her pain and illness fled.

Dear Lord, whose love is manifest In every way of thine, Here still are sin-sick souls, who wait The healing touch divine. Walk thou our streets, and let us hear The rustling of thy garments near.

The cares of life surround and crowd, Thy shining face to hide, And doubts and fears a conflict wage To keep these from thy side. Come thou with saving power to them, Though they but touch thy garment's hem. —Selected.