Scripture Verse

They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. Acts 2:2–3


Words: Bi­an­co of Si­ena (?–1434) (Di­scen­di, Amor san­to). Ap­peared in Lau­di spi­rit­uali del Bi­an­co da Si­ena, ed­it­ed by Tel­es­fo­ro Bi­ni, 1851. Trans­lat­ed from Ital­ian to Eng­lish by Ri­chard F. Lit­tle­dale in The Peo­ple’s Hymn­al, 1867.

Music: Down Amp­ney Ralph Vaugh­an Will­iams, 1906 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Lit­tle­dale or Bi­an­co of Si­ena (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872–1958)


Come down, O love di­vine,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And vi­sit it with Thine
Own ar­dor glow­ing.
O Com­fort­er, draw near,
Within my heart ap­pear,
And kin­dle it,
Thy ho­ly flame be­stow­ing.

O let it free­ly burn,
Til earth­ly pass­ions turn
To dust and ash­es
In its heat con­sum­ing;
And let Thy glo­ri­ous light
Shine ev­er on my sight,
And clothe me round,
The while my path il­lum­ing.

Let ho­ly cha­ri­ty mine
Outward ves­ture be,
And low­li­ness be­come
Mine in­ner clo­thing;
True low­li­ness of heart,
Which takes the hum­bler part,
And o’er its own short­com­ings
Weeps with loath­ing.

And so the yearn­ing strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far out­pass the pow­er
Of hu­man tell­ing;
For none can guess its grace,
Till he be­come the place
Wherein the Ho­ly Spi­rit
Makes His dwell­ing.