HOLY
SPIRIT! LORD of light!
From
thy clear celestial height,
Thy
pure beaming radiance give :
Come,
Thou FATHER of the poor!
Come,
with treasures which endure !
Come,
Thou Light of all that live !
Thou,
of all consolers best,
Visiting
the troubled breast,
Dost
refreshing peace bestow;
Thou
in toil art comfort sweet ;
Pleasant
coolness in the heat;
Solace
in the midst of woe.
Light
immortal! Light Divine!
Visit
Thou these hearts of thine,
And
our inmost being fill:
If
Thou take thy grace away,
Nothing
pure in man will stay;
All
his good is turn’d to 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.
Thou,
on those who evermore
Thee
confess and Thee adore,
In
thy sevenfold gifts, descend :
Give
them comfort when they die;
Give
them life with Thee on high ;
Give
them joys which never end. Amen.
From
the Raccolta
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