Holy Spirit, God of light,
From your clear celestial height
Your pure beaming radiance give

Come, Father-Mother of the poor
Come with treasures which endure
Come, light of all that live

Of all consolers you are best,
Visiting the troubled breast
Your refreshing peace bestow

In our toil, your comfort sweet
Pleasant coolness in the heat
Solace in the midst of woe

Light immortal, light divine
Visit these hearts of yours
And our inmost being fill

If you take your grace away
Nothing pure in us will stay
All that is good is turned to ill

Heal our wounds, our strength renew
On our dryness pour your dew
Wash the stain of guilt away

Bend the stubborn heart and will
Melt the frozen, warm the chill
Guide the steps that go astray

On those who evermore,
To you, confess and adore
In your sevenfold gifts descend

Give us comfort when we die
Give us life with you on high
Give us joys which never end. Amen.