Holy Spirit, Lord of light, From Thy clear celestial height (Caswall)

Verse 1

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!

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Light immortal! Light divine! Visit Thou 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.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

Amen.