The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him In life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
For warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him In life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
For warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.