Come, Holy Spirit, come! And from your celestial home shed a ray of light divine!
Come, Father of the poor! Come, source of all our store! Come, within our bosoms shine!
You, of comforters the best; you, 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 blessed Light divine, shine within these hearts of yours, and our inmost being fill!
Where you are not, we have naught; nothing good in deed or thought, nothing free from taint or ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew; on our dryness pour your 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 you, evermore in your sevenfold gift descend;
Give them virtue’s sure reward; give them your salvation, Lord; give them joys that never end.