By A Collection of Hymns

      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.