Da Perenne Gaudium

Holy Spirit !

Lord of light 1 From thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give : Come, thou father of the poor ! Come, with treasures which en- dure! 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. 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 which never end. Amen