1 Holy Spirit, come, we pray,
Shed from heav’n Thine inward ray;
Kindle darkness into day.

2 Come, Thou Father of the poor;
Come, Thou Source of all our store;
Light of hearts for evermore.

3 Thou, of Comforters the best;
Thou, the soul’s delightful guest,
Sweet refreshment of the breast;

4 Thou, in labour our repose,
Cooling shade when noontide glows,
Solace sweet in all our woes!

5 Light most blissful! Fire Divine!
Fill, oh, fill these hearts of Thine;
On our inmost being shine.

6 If in Thee it be not wrought,
All in men is simply nought;
Nothing pure in deed or thought.

7 Cleanse the sordid from their stain,
On the thirsty pour Thy rain,
Heal the wounded of their pain.

8 To Thy will the stubborn mould,
Melt the frozen heart and cold,
Guide the wanderer to the fold.

9 On the faithful who confide
Solely in Thyself as Guide,
Let Thy sevenfold gifts abide.

10 Grant them virtue’s full increase,
Grant them safe and sweet release,
Grant them everlasting peace.