Come now Paraclete, come Dove, Spring Wind,
Come and make us whole.
We had sinned and suffered terrible blows.
We deserved them all, and worse; now make us whole!
In His Name, by His Blood, in the smell of the soil,
Make us modest and sweet.
Help us to see Him in all,
From the fishes to the maimed and made up.
We had believed the lie.
We did not believe that God is Good.
The lying one of hell had harassed us so fiercely.
He had taken no pity on our worn out souls.
Now the Lion of Love has arisen;
Our King, in Flesh and Blood, has appeared.
We have seen that he was always with us.
He created us and never left us.
We are so surprised with wonder at God’s great Love;
we are so in awe of something we never knew.
He has not abandoned anyone;
No, not a single soul has been forgotten.
Let us sing now, and not delay;
Let us not think but sing and pray to One God In Three;
Can we not find our voices?
Can we not shout for so great a joy?
Je-shu’-a is Mercy, and Honor and Peace,
He has given us all, all Heaven, all Life;
Strife has vanished, and prose has become extinct;
Let us enter His temple, and Sing now as one;
Let us come into Home and find us, in Them