Come, thou holy Spirit come
and from thy celestial throne
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 labour, rest most sweet,
Grateful coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of thine,
And our inmost being fill;
Where thou art not, man hath nought,
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 hear 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 sev’nfold gifts descend;
Give them virtue’s sure reward,
Give them Thy salvation, Lord,
Give them joys that never end
|Abp Stephen Langton, tr. E Caswall (1849)|