Console Me, O Great Comforter

Console me, O Great Comforter,
The paraklete my pain who bears,
Who makes acquaintance with my grief
And all my stinging sorrow shares.

Console me, O Great Counselor,
My helper all my cries who hears,
Who meets me in the searing loss
And wipes away my troubled tears.

Console me, O Great Spirit God,
Pneumatic breath new life who gives,
Who hovers o'er the graven ground
And breathes the final word: "He lives."