When nothing better for the means,
That each physician tried,
A sick one sought the Lord of life,
But wished herself to hide.
And in the virtue of His grace,
Her simple faith was such,
She came behind Him in the crowd
His garment’s hem to touch.
She touched, and, straightway with delight,
She found that she was whole,
That not in vain had He been made
The refuge of her soul.
Nor could the trembling one escape
The notice of His heart,
Who sought to draw her nearer yet
Before she could depart.
And when she went, she went in peace,
In soul and body sound,
Happy and blest, and loving much
The Saviour she had found.