Come Down, O Love Divine

Come down

O love di­vine

Seek Thou this soul of mine

And vis­it it with Thine

Own ar­dor glow­ing.

O Com­fort­er

draw near

Within my heart ap­pear

And kin­dle it

Thy ho­ly flame be­stow­ing.

O let it free­ly burn

Til earth­ly pass­ions turn

To dust and ash­es

In its heat con­sum­ing;

And let Thy glo­ri­ous light

Shine ev­er on my sight

And clothe me round

The while my path il­lum­ing.

Let ho­ly char­ity mine

Outward ves­ture be

And low­li­ness be­come

Mine in­ner clo­thing;

True low­li­ness of heart

Which takes the hum­bler part

And o’er its own short­com­ings

Weeps with loath­ing.

And so the yearn­ing strong

With which the soul will long

Shall far out­pass the pow­er

Of hu­man tell­ing;

For none can guess its grace

Till he be­come the place

Wherein the Ho­ly Spir­it

Makes His dwell­ing.