Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,
From Thy throne in splendor bright
Shed on us a ray divine;
Come, and from Thy boundless store
On our souls Thy treasures pour;
Come, and make us truly Thine.
Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul’s delightful guest,
Sweet refreshment here below;
Thou in toil art rest complete,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.
O Thou blessed Light Divine,
Shine within these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill!
For, without Thee, man hath nought,
Nothing good in deed or thought,
Nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away;
Bend and sway our stubborn will;
From our heart remove the chill;
Guide our footsteps, when we stray.
Unto all Thy faithful just,
Who in Thee confide and trust,
Deign Thy seven gifts to send;
Give them virtue’s blest reward;
Give them Thy salvation, Lord;
Give them joys that never end.
John G. Hacker, Catholic Hymnal (New York: Schwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1920).