8s & 6s. Mark v. 24 - 34. 1 LONG have I lived in grief and pain, And suffered many things in vain, And all physicians tried; Nor men nor means my soul can heal, The plague is still incurable, The fountain is undried.
2 No help can I from these receive; Nor men nor means can e'er relieve, Or give my spirit ease; Still worse and worse my ease I find . Here then I cast them all behind, From all my works I cease.
3 I find brought in a better hope, Succour there is for me laid up, For every helpless soul; Salvation is in Jesu's name, Could I but touch his garment's hem, Even I should be made whole.
4 'Tis here, in hope my God to find, With humble awe I come behind And wait his grace to prove; Before his face I dare not stand, But faith puts forth a trembling hand, To apprehend his love.
5 Surely his healing power is nigh; I touch him now! by faith even I, My Lord, lay hold on thee: Thy power is present now to heal, I feel, through all my soul I feel That Jesus died for me.
6 I glory in redemption found; Jesus, my Lord and God, look round, The conscious sinner see; Yes, I have touched thy clothes, and own The miracle thy grace hath done On such a worm as me.
7 With lowly reverential fear I testify that thou art near, To all who seek thy love; Saviour of all I thee proclaim; The world may know thy saving name And all its wonders prove.
