Come once again, thou cool winds
that blow from Calvary!
Wash over this child,
draw her home
to undying streams of mercy.

In my sorrow, Lord, You mingle your tears
In my emptiness, God, Your cries echo in my ears.
In my sin, Lord Jesus, You stretch forth a nail-scarred hand
In my lameness, Holy Spirit, You empower me to stand.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4