Come, Thou Holy Spirit, Come

Come

Thou Ho­ly Spir­it

come!

And from Thy ce­les­ti­al home

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 la­bor

rest most sweet;

Grateful cool­ness in the heat;

Solace in the midst of woe.

O most bless­èd Light di­vine

Shine with­in these hearts of Thine

And our in­most be­ing fill!

Where Thou art not

man hath naught

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 heart 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 gift des­cend;

Give them vir­tue’s sure re­ward

Give them Thy sal­va­tion

Lord;

Give them joys that nev­er end.