1 Holy Spirit, come, we pray,
Shed from heav’n 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 Thou, of Comforters the best;
Thou, the soul’s delightful guest,
Sweet refreshment of the breast;
4 Thou, in labour our repose,
Cooling shade when noontide glows,
Solace sweet in all our woes!
5 Light most blissful! Fire Divine!
Fill, oh, fill these hearts of Thine;
On our inmost being shine.
6 If in Thee it be not wrought,
All in men is simply nought;
Nothing pure in deed or thought.
7 Cleanse the sordid from their stain,
On the thirsty pour Thy rain,
Heal the wounded of their pain.
8 To Thy will the stubborn mould,
Melt the frozen heart and cold,
Guide the wanderer to the fold.
9 On the faithful who confide
Solely in Thyself as Guide,
Let Thy sevenfold gifts abide.
10 Grant them virtue’s full increase,
Grant them safe and sweet release,
Grant them everlasting peace.
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #189