Come, migh­ty Spi­rit, pe­ne­trate
This heart and soul of mine;
And my whole be­ing, with Thy grace,
Pervade, O Life di­vine.

As this clear air sur­rounds the earth,
Thy grace around me roll;
As the fresh light per­vades the air,
So pierce and fill my soul.

As, from these clouds, drops down in love
The pre­cious sum­mer rain,
So, from Thy­self, pour down the flood
That fresh­ens all again.

As these fair flow­ers ex­hale their scent
In glad­ness at our feet,
So from Thy­self let frag­rance breathe,
More heav’n­ly and more sweet.

Thus life with­in our life­less hearts
Shall make its glad abode;
And we shall shine in beau­te­ous light,
Filled with the light of God.