All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. If we have the gift of language, persuade all who listen but do not have love, we are only noisy gongs or clanging cymbals. In the love of Christ we are fully known. Love bears all things, hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
From the rising of the sun to its setting let us proclaim God s great name among the nations. And in every place we shall offer incense to the Holy One of Israel.