A Song of Christ's GoodnessGather your little ones to you, O God as a hen gathers her brood to protect them. Jesus, as a mother you gather your people to you; you are gentle with us as a mother with her children. Often you weep over our sins and our pride, tenderly you draw us from hatred and judgement. You comfort us in sorrow and bind up our our wounds, in sickness you nurse us and with pure milk you feed us. Jesus, by your dying, we are born to new life, by your anguish and labour we come forth in joy. Despair turns to hope through your sweet goodness; through your gentleness, we find comfort in fear. Your warmth gives life to the dead, your touch makes sinners righteous. Lord Jesus, in your mercy, heal us; in your love and tenderness, remake us. In your compassion, bring grace and forgiveness, for the beauty of heaven, may your love prepare us.
Anselm of Canterbury
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