1
Holy Spirit, come, we pray,
Shed from heaven 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
Light most blissful, fire divine,
Fill, O fill these hearts of Thine,
On our inmost being shine.
4
If in Thee it be not wrought,
All in men is simply naught,
Nothing pure in deed or thought.
5
To Thy will the stubborn mould,
Melt the frozen heart and cold,
Guide the wanderer to the fold.
6
On the faithful who confide
Solely in Thyself as guide,
Let Thy sevenfold gifts abide.
7
Grant them virtue’s full increase,
Grant them safe and sweet release,
Grant them everlasting peace.