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Consolator most mild, the promis’d one advancing, + 

With gentle hand extended, the mightier God am I, + 

Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and poems, + 

From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes⁠—lo! Hermes I⁠—lo! mine is Hercules’ face, + 

All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself, + 

Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucified, and many times shall be again, + 

All the world have I given up for my dear brothers’ and sisters’ sake, for the soul’s sake, + 

Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss of affection, + 

For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope and all-enclosing charity, + 

With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane words, mine only, + 

Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin’d myself to an early death; + 

But my charity has no death⁠—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, + 

And my sweet love bequeath’d here and elsewhere never dies. + 