Come, thou Holy Spirit, come,
and from thy celestial home
shed a ray of
light divine!
Come, thou Father of the poor!
Come, thou Source of all our
store!
Come, within our bosoms shine!
Thou, of comforters the
best;
thou, the soul's most welcome guest;
sweet refreshment here
below;
in our labor, rest most sweet;
grateful coolness in the
heat;
solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessèd Light
divine,
shine within these hearts of thine,
and our inmost being
fill!
Where thou art not, man hath naught,
nothing good in deed or
thought,
nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength
renew;
on our dryness pour thy dew;
wash the stains of guilt away;
bend
the stubborn heart and will;
melt the frozen, warm the chill;
guide the
steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
and confess thee,
evermore
in thy sevenfold gift descend;
give them virtue's sure
reward
give them thy salvation, Lord;
give them joys that never end.