Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,
from Your clear celestial height,
Your pure beaming radiance give.
Come, O Father of the Poor,
come with treasures that endure,
come, O Light of all that live.
You of all Consolers best,
and the soul’s delightsome Guest,
do refreshing Peace bestow.
You in toil are Comfort sweet,
pleasant coolness in the heat,
solace in the midst of woe.
Light immortal, Light Divine,
visit now his heart of mine,
and my inmost being fill.
If You take Your grace away,
nothing pure in men will stay,
all their good is turned to 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 all those who evermore
You confess and You adore,
in Your Sevenfold Gifts descend.
Give them comfort when they die.
Give them Life with You on high,
give them joys that never end.