Come, Thou Holy Paraclete,

1.

Come, Thou Holy Paraclete,

And from Thy celestial seat

Send Thy light and brilliancy.

2.

Father of the poor, draw near;

Giver of all gifts, be here;

Come, the soul’s true radiancy

3.

Come, of Comforters the best,

Of the soul the sweetest Guest,

Come in toil refreshingly.

4.

Thou in labour rest most sweet,

Thou art shadow from heat

Of Thy in adversity.

5.

O Thou Light, most pure and blest,

Shine within the inmost breast

Of Thy faithful company.

6.

Where Thou art not, man hath nought;

Every holy deed and thought

Comes from Thy Divinity.

7.

What is soiled, make Thou pure

What is wounded, work its cure;

What is parched, fructify.

8.

Cold and had hearts quicken Thou,

Stubborn necks to Jesus bow,

Draw the wanderer tenderly.

9.

Fill Thy faithful, who confide

In Thy power to guard and guide,

With Thy Sevenfold Mystery.

10.

Here Thy grace and virtue send;

Grant salvation to the end,

And in heaven felicity.