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The press was great, the throng was wild

The press was great, the throng was wild

Author: John W. Beebe
Tune: [The press was great, the throng was wild]
Published in 4 hymnals

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1. 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.

2. 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]

3. 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]

4. 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.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4138

Author: John W. Beebe

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First Line: The press was great, the throng was wild
Author: John W. Beebe
Refrain First Line: His words were full of comfort

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The Cyber Hymnal #4138
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The Cyber Hymnal #4138

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