Pentecost
Holy Spirit! Lord of light! From your clear celestial height, your pure, beaming radiance give:
Come, You Father of the poor!
Come, with treasures which endure!
Come, You light of all that live!
You, of all consolers best,
Visiting the troubled breast,
[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 You these hearts of your,
And our inmost being fill.
If You take your grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.
Heal our wounds -- our strength renew;
On our dryness pour your dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend stubborn heart and will;
Melt frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
You on 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 which never end. Amen.
