Made Whole

The press was great

the throng was wild

And I

a sin­ner all de­filed

How could I reach my Sav­ior?

Reach Him I must

with­out de­lay;

And in the press

with fear

dis­may

I

trem­bling

sought my Sav­ior.

His words were full of com­fort

They cheered my wea­ry soul;

For I had touched His gar­ment

His grace had made me whole;

For I had touched His gar­ment

His grace had made me whole.

Who touched Me? hear the dear Lord say!

The throng was awed

the mass gave way

And I stood near my Sav­ior;

Who touched Me? came the gra­cious word;

New life-blood thro’ my be­ing stirred

For I had touched my Sav­ior.

Thou seest all these peo­ple

Lord

And yet Thou seek­est by Thy word

To find who touched Thee

Sav­ior?

’Twas thus that His dis­ci­ples said

But I be­fore Him bowed my head;

I knelt be­fore my Sav­ior.

Go thou in peace

O hear Him say;

From all thy plague be healed this day;

Oh

what a bless­èd Sav­ior!

To heal the bo­dy

save the soul

The vil­est of the vile make whole

Oh

how I love my Sav­ior.

His words are full of com­fort

Oh

how they cheer my soul!

By faith I touch His gar­ment

He makes me clean and whole;

By faith I touch His gar­ment

He makes me clean and whole.