On the fourth Sunday of Advent, the fourth candle being lit, the light increases. Yet we still pray, in expectation, and supplication:
Rorate caeli desuper,
Et nubes pluant justum.
Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above
And let the clouds rain the Just One.
And, with verse four of Rorate caeli, we are re-assured that God (through the advent of the Son of Man, who is the Son of God) is near, and (by now) very close to us:
Consolamini, consolamini, popule meus:
Cito veniet salus tua:
Quare maerore consumeris,
Quia innovavit te dolor?
Salvabo te, noli timere,
Ego enim sum Dominus Deus tuus,
Sanctus Israel, Redemptor tuus.
Be comforted, be comforted, my people:
Your salvation will come quickly:
Why are you consumed with grief,
Why is sorrow renewed in you?
I will save you, be not afraid,
For I am the Lord your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Redeemer.
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