For Christ he was both Man and God;
as God by death our sins hath bought.
Oh Christ he was both God and Man:
the man felt fear and frost and pain.
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A dusty road then Jesus trod
with sandals only was he shod
He felt a touch upon his clothes,
He sensed a touch upon his clout,
and felt some virtue going out.
He spied the people on the path,
and turned to them a face of wrath.
and sternly stared among the crowd.
No answer came. His face was black.
The chosen and the mass fell back.
His men exchanged uneasy look.
Then one of them arose and spoke.
"O master, see the pressing throng,
so close ye move the crowd among,
jostled, chivvied, begged of, budged --
Can ye then ask who you hath touched?"
a woman trembling, knelt and wept.
"Lord, that was I, who without leave
reached out, for that I did believe
a touch might heal what physic's leech
lo these twelve year had failed to reach."
He stares at her; and gasps; he sees
her faith has healed her of disease.
Renewed she stands there, washed and pure.
Nor none but faith has wrought the cure.
He moans to know the power he hath:
behold the faithful, healed by faith!
His eyes roll back, he starts to sway,
and silently begins to pray.
"With men I read and teach thy Word,
and with them pray, `Who art thou, Lord?'
Yet now I raise another cry
O Lord my God, tell: Who am I ?"
The answer came; we draw the veil.
What then was said man cannot tell.
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Then round about, the crowd felt peace,
and knew that one was touched with grace.
He gazed on her with eyes so mild."Thy faith hath healed thee; go, my child."
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