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Matius 9:21

• [Mat 9:21] Just One Touch

  Just one touch as He moves along, Pushed and pressed by the jostling throng, Just one touch and the weak was strong, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch as He passes by, He will list to the faintest cry, Come and be saved while the Lord is nigh, Christ is the Healer divine. Just one touch and He makes me whole, Speaks sweet peace to my sin sick soul, At His feet all my burdens roll, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Jut one touch! and the work is done, I am saved by the blessèd Son, I will sing while the ages run, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch! and He turns to me, Oh, the love in His eyes I see! I am His, for He hears my plea, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain Just one touch! by His mighty power He can heal thee this blessèd hour, Thou canst hear though the tempests lower, Cured by the Healer divine. Refrain

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• [Mat 9:21] Only Thy Garment’s Hem

  Crowds are behind Thee, crowds are before, Life in a single moment Thou canst restore. Only to touch Thee, spotless and pure, Only to touch Thy garment, faith brings the cure. Refrain Only Thy garment’s hem, Lord, I implore; Only Thy garment’s hem life will restore; Only a touch will bring joy to my soul; Let me but touch Thy garment, I shall be whole. Only to touch Thee, Savior, I know, Peace to my troubled spirit Thou wilt bestow; Only to touch Thee, this is my prayer, Longer my heavy burden I cannot bear. Refrain Lord, I am sinful, Thou undefiled, Yet dost Thou love and even call me Thy child; Great is Thy mercy, wondrous to me; Lord, ’tis my faith that saves me, glory to Thee! Refrain

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Matius 13:40

• [Mat 13:40] This Is The Field

  This is the field, the world below, In which the sowers came to sow, Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares: And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. Most awful truth! and is it so? Must all the world that harvest know? Is every man or wheat or tare? Then for that harvest O prepare! For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. To love my sins—a saint to appear, To grow with wheat—yet be a tare, May serve me while I live below, Where tares and wheat together grow: But soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. But all who truly righteous be Their Father’s kingdom then shall see; And shine like suns for ever there: He that hath ears, now let him hear; For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

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