O Thou in whose right hand were seven stars,
And whose right hand was on Thy servant laid,
How tender was Thy touch, Thy word, Be not afraid.
Thou who didst say, O man greatly beloved,
Fear not, and, Peace be unto thee, be strong,
What wealth of grace and mercy doth to Thee belong.
Thy touch, Thy word, and lo, like to a cloud
That was but is not in the fields of air,
So is the fear we feared; we look, it is not there,
Dissolved, departed, banished by Thy touch.
Oh, as we pray, purge us from every fear,
Thou who dost hold the stars, our Lord, art Thou not here?
Thou Givest…They Gather