Sequence.
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,
Visiting the troubled breast,
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 turn'd 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.
