Holy Spir­it, come and shine
Sweetly in this heart of mine,
With Thy hea­ven­ly love and light;
Come, Thou Fa­ther of the poor,
Come, Thou Giv­er, great and sure;
Come, and make my spir­it bright!

Best of all my help­ers, Thou!
Dearest Guest that I can know,
Freshest Draught that I can find:
In my labor Thou art Peace,
Thou dost bid my fe­ver cease,
To my sor­rows Thou art kind.

O Thou bless­èd Light of Light,
Fill Thou ev­ery sec­ret height
In Thy ser­vant’s wait­ing soul!
Save for this, Thy hea­ven­ly aid,
Man would be for no­thing made;
Not a sin could he con­trol.

Cleanse Thou ev­ery sor­did place
Soften harsh­ness by Thy grace,
Heal the wounds I feel with­in;
Bend the stub­born will to Thine,
Cheer the thoughts that droop and pine—
Rule what­ev­er turns to sin!

Give to them that faith­ful be
Everlasting trust in Thee,
All Thy se­ven­fold gifts bestow;
Give to vir­tue her re­ward,
Give us safe­ty in our Lord,
Give what joy im­mor­tals know!