Holy Spirit, Lord of Light

Holy Spir­it

Lord of light

From Thy clear ce­les­ti­al height

Thy pure beam­ing ra­di­ance give.

Come

Thou Fa­ther of the poor

Come with trea­sures which en­dure

Come

Thou Light of all that live.

Thou

of all con­sol­ers best

Thou

the soul’s de­light­some guest

Dost re­fresh­ing peace be­stow.

Thou in toil art com­fort sweet

Pleasant cool­ness in the heat

Solace in the midst of woe.

Light im­mor­tal

Light di­vine

Visit Thou these hearts of Thine

And our in­most be­ing fill.

If Thou take Thy 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 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.

Thou

on those who ev­er­more

Thee con­fess and Thee adore

In Thy se­ven­fold gifts des­cend:

Give them com­fort when they die

Give them life with Thee on high;

Give them joys that nev­er end.