Verse 1

COME down, O love Divine, Seek Thou this soul of mine, And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing; O comforter, draw near, Within my heart appear, And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

Verse 2

O let it freely burn, Till 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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.

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