And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, ‘Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.’
Concealed amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunned Thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.
Like her with hopes and fears we come,
To touch Thee, if we may:
Oh! send us not despairing home,