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Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
And from the realms of light and love
Thine own bright rays impart.
Come, Father of the fatherless,
Come, Giver of all happiness.
Come, Lamp of every heart.
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Thou, of comforters the best,
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Thou, the soul's most welcome guest,
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Thou, our sweet repose.
Our resting-place from life's long care.
Our shadow from the world's fierce glare,
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Our solace in all woes.
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Light divine, all light excelling,
Fill with Thyself the inmost dwelling
Of souls sincere and lowly:
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Without Thy pure divinity,
Nothing in all humanity,
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Nothing is strong or holy.
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Wash out each dark and sordid stain —
Water each dry and arid plain,
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Raise up the bruised reed,
Enkindle what is cold and chill,
Relax the stiff and stubborn will,
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Guide those that guidance need.
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Give to the good, who find in thee
The Spirit's perfect liberty,
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Thy sevenfold power and love.
Give virtue strength its crown to win,
Give struggling souls their rest from sin,
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Give endless peace above.
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