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C.M.

1
When nothing better for the means,
That each physician tried,
A sick one sought the Lord of life,
But wished herself to hide.

2
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.

3
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.

4
Nor could the trembling one escape
The notice of His heart,
Who sought to draw her nearer yet
Before she could depart.

5
And when she went, she went in peace,
In soul and body sound,
Happy and blest, and loving much
The Saviour she had found.