Holy Ghost! my Com­fort­er!
Now from high­est Hea­ven ap­pear,
Shed Thy gra­cious ra­di­ance here.

Come to them who suf­fer dearth,
With Thy gifts of price­less worth,
Lighten all who dwell on earth!

Thou the heart’s most pre­cious guest,
Thou of com­fort­ers the best,
Give to us, o’er­la­den, rest.

Come, in Thee our toil is sweet,
Shelter from the noon-day heat,
From whom sor­row fli­eth fleet.

Blessèd Sun of grace! O’er all
Faithful hearts who on Thee call
Let Thy light and so­lace fall.

What with­out Thy aid is wrought,
Skillful deed or wis­est thought,
God will count but vain and naught.

Cleanse us, Lord, from sin­ful stain,
On the parch­èd heart oh rain,
Heal the wound­ed of its pain.

Bend the stub­born will to Thine,
Melt the cold with fire di­vine,
Erring hearts aright in­cline.

Grant us, Lord, who cry to Thee,
Steadfast in the faith to be,
Give Thy gifts of cha­ri­ty.

May we live in ho­li­ness,
And in death find hap­pi­ness,
And abide with Thee in bliss!