1 Holy Spirit! Lord of light!
From the 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!
2 Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou the soul's delightsome guest,
Dost refreshing peace bestow;
Thou in toil art comfort sweet;
Pleasant coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
3 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 turned to ill.
4 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 that never end.
|First Line:||Holy Spirit! Lord of light!|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall (1849)|
|Topic:||Holy Spirit: Comforter; Holy Spirit: Mocked; Holy Spirit: Work of the(3 more...)|