1. Come, Thou Holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Sent 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 are shadow from the heat, Comfort 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 and blest, What is wounded, work its cure; What is parched fructify. 8. What is right gently bend; What is frozen warmly tend; Straighten what goes erringly. 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 in the end, And in heaven felicity.