Dost thou by tongues of fire to us thy spirit e’er bequeath?
So with one touch we are removed from all thy realm beneath.
Yet here beneath a furtive touch didst quell issue of blood;
While touch of spear didst cause thy side to flow water and blood.
So didst thy word, here beneath, calm storming seas of strife;
And didst thy word, as so thy touch, turn death’s evil to life.
As beneath the waves didst sink Peter through his fear;
Thy touch and words, “Be not afraid,” to all didst faith endear.
“But let thy faith open her eyes, for shee can behold him:
let thy faith put out her hand, and with the least finger she can touch him.”
Here is my heart, let it thee touch, and evermore be thine;
To feast upon the body and blood, touched evermore as thine.
Those hands that touched the bread and wine we nailed unto a tree;
Yet thou forgave, that in believing we might touch and see.
From thy side thy spirit poured in that dread hour of duress;
That by tasting all might see that in Christ we are blessed.
Beneath thy cross, thy church doth pray, to evermore remain.
From all evil, thy church doth pray, to never cease abstain.
Thy touch of life, thy touch of love, be all we yearn to feel;
Touch us Lord for thy hands only hast true power to heal.
Afore thy birth true beauty didst ne’er this fallen world so grace;
Amidst thy life true virtue revealed to us its face.
Upon thy cross didst true love touch each heart to believe;
With thy rising was death subdued by true life e’er received.
All Glory to the Father who didst salvation conceive;
All praise be due his living Son whose wounds are life received.
Like honor to the Holy Ghost that comforting touch didst send;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Alleluia without end.