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 judgment.

You comfort us in sorrow and bind up 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 labor 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.