Verse 1
Come, Thou Holy Paraclete,
And from Thy celestial seat
Send Thy light and brilliancy.

Verse 2
Father of the poor, draw near;
Giver of all gifts, be here;
Come, the soul's true radiancy.

Verse 3
Come, of Comforters the best,
Of the soul the sweetest Guest,
Come in toil refreshingly.

Verse 4
Thou in labour rest most sweet,
Thou art shadow from the heat,
Comfort in adversity.

Verse 5
O Thou light, most pure and blest,
Shine within the inmost breast
Of Thy faithful company.

Verse 6
Where Thou art not, man hath nought;
Every holy deed and thought
Comes from Thy Divinity.

Verse 7
What is soiled, make Thou pure;
What is wounded, work its cure;
What is parched, fructify.

Verse 8
Cold and hard hearts quicken Thou,
Stubborn necks to Jesus bow,
Draw the wanderer tenderly.

Verse 9
Fill Thy faithful, who confide
In Thy power to guard and guide,
With Thy Sevenfold Mystery.

Verse 10
Here Thy grace and virtue send;
Grant Salvation to the end,
And in Heaven felicity.