"The Mighty One, God, the Lord,
speaks and calls the earth from the rising
of the sun to its setting.
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,
God shines forth."
Psalm 50:1-2
The Hem of His Garment
Wayne Pascall
And a woman who had suffered from a flow of blood
for twelve years and had spent all her living expenses
upon physicians, and could not be healed by anyone,
came up behind Him and touched the fringe
of His garment, and immediately her flow of blood ceased.
And Jesus asked, "Who is it who touched Me?
When all were denying it, Peter and those who
were with Him said:
"Master, the multitudes surround You and press
You on every side!"
But Jesus said, "Someone did touch Me; for I
perceived that healing power has gone forth from Me."
And when the woman saw that she had not escaped His
notice, she came up trembling, and, falling down before Him,
she declared in the presence of all the people,
"I knew that if I could touch just the hem of His garment
I would be healed."
And Jesus, regarding her with tender compassion, said,
"Daughter, your faith in Me has made you well! Go in peace."
Now, while he was still speaking, a servant from the house
of Jairus, the director of the synagogue, came and said to him,
"Your daughter is dead; do not weary and trouble the
Teacher any longer."
On hearing this news, Jesus told the grief-stricken Jairus,
"Do not be seized with alarm or struck with fear; simply believe
in Me as able to do this and she shall be made well."
And when He came to the house, He permitted no one
to enter with Him except Peter and John and James, and
the girl's father and mother.
And all were weeping for and bewailing her; but He said,
"Do not weep, for she is not dead but sleeping."
And the mourners laughed at Him in scorn, knowing
full well that the little girl was dead.
And grasping her hand, Jesus called to her, saying,
"Child, arise from the sleep of death!"
And her spirit returned from death and she awakened
immediately. Jesus then told her parents to give her
something to eat.
Her parents were amazed, but, He charged them to
tell no one what had occurred.
Luke 8:43-56
Jesus Raising The Daughter Of Jarius
Jeremy Winborg
Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer
We wait to feel Thy touch:
Deep wounded souls to Thee repair,
And Savior, we are such.
Our faith is feeble, we confess
We faintly trust Thy Word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!
Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief
"Lord, I believe," with tears he cried;
"O help my unbelief!"
She, too, who touched Thee in the press
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, "Daughter, go in peace:
Thy faith has 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;
O send us not despairing home;
Send none unhealed away.
"By His stripes we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5
"Heal Us, Emmanuel"
Lyrics by William Cowper
(1779)
Music by Johann Cruger
(1647)
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