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Come, Thou holy Paraclete,
And from Thy celestial seat
Send Thy light and brilliancy:
Father of the poor, draw near;
Giver of all gifts, be here;
Come, the soul’s true radiancy.
Come, of comforters the best,
Of the soul the sweetest guest,
Come in toil refreshingly:
Thou in labor rest most sweet,
Thou art shadow from the heat,
Comfort in adversity.
O Thou Light, most pure and blest,
Shine within the inmost breast
Of Thy faithful company.
Where Thou art not, man hath naught;
Every holy deed and thought
Comes from Thy divinity.
What is soilèd, make Thou pure;
What is wounded, work its cure;
What is parchèd, fructify;
What is rigid, gently bend;
What is frozen, warmly tend;
Strengthen what goes erringly.
Fill Thy faithful, who confide
In Thy power to guard and guide,
With Thy sevenfold mystery.
Here Thy grace and virtue send:
Grant salvation to the end,
And in Heav’n felicity.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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12 cent,1854
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 11:13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1925 | # 117 | | 1925 | # 101 | | 1931 | # 180 | | 1917 | # 405 | | 1906 | # 155 |
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Name:
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VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1782
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 228 | F | | # 284 | F | | # 156 | F |
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