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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.