[Verse 1] Jairus fell before Him, A ruler with a father's plea: "My little daughter lies at dying; Come and lay Thy hand on she." The crowd moved close around them, Every step delayed by need. One woman reached through twelve years' sorrow, Touched the border secretly. [Refrain] Who touched Him in the pressing? Power had gone forth in grace. She came trembling, told the whole truth; Peace replaced the hidden place. Her faith had made her whole; The long affliction lost its right. But messengers were coming With a darker word that night. [Verse 2] "Thy daughter is dead; trouble not." Fear struck where the father stood. Yet the journey kept on moving: "Only believe" was understood. Mourners laughed when death was named sleep; The room was cleared of noise and scorn. He took the child by hand, And life returned before the morn. [Chorus] Daughter, arise. Little one, open thine eyes. Twelve years of life and twelve years of bleeding Met in one road beneath crowded skies. Daughter, arise. Give her food; let wonder be wise. Faith touched the hem, and mercy took hold; Daughter, arise.