The Eternal Spirit.
1 FOUNTAIN of Love! Thyself true God! Who through eternal days
From Father and from Son hast flowed
In uncreated ways!
2 O Majesty unspeakable!
O Person all divine!
How in the Threefold Majesty
Doth Thy procession shine!
3 Proceeding, yet of equal age
With Those whose love Thou art;
Proceeding, yet distinct, from Those
From whom Thou seem'st to part:
4 An undivided Nature, shared
With Father and with Son;
A Person by Thyself; with them
Thy simple essence One!
5 I dread Thee, Unbegotten Love!
True God! Sole Fount of Grace!
And now before Thy blessed throne
My sinful self abase.
6 Thou art a God of fire, that doth
Create while He consumes!
A God of light, whose rays on earth
Darken where He illumes!
7 0 Spirit, beautiful and dread!
My heart is fit to break
With love of Thy humility
For us poor sinners' sake.
8 Thy love of Jesus I adore:
My comfort this shall be,
That when I serve my dearest Lord
That service worships Thee!
1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come! The darkness of our minds illume; Thy children's hearts, O God, inspire, And lighten with celestial fire.
2 Thou that art named the Paraclete, The Gift of God, His Spirit sweet; The Living Fountain, Fire, and Love, And gracious Unction from above:
3 Of God's Right Hand the Finger Thou, Who dost Thy sevenfold grace bestow; True Promise of the Father, rich In gifts of tongues and various speech. 4 Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight;
Our hearts with heavenly love fulfil
To walk Thy way, and do Thy will.
5 Stablish our weakness, and refresh
With fortitude our fainting flesh :
Keep far our foes, give peace at home:
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.
6 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but One,
That through the ages all along
This faith may be love's endless song.
7 To God the Father laud and praise,
And to the Son, whom He did raise,
And to the Holy Spirit be,
Now and for all eternity.
Veni Sancte Spiritus.
1 COME, Holy Spirit! from the height Of heaven send down Thy blessed light! Come, Father of the friendless poor!
Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts,
Come with that unction which imparts
Such consolations as endure.
2 The Soul's Refreshment and her Guest,
Shelter in heat, in labour Rest,
The sweetest Solace in our woe!
Come, blissful Light! O come and fill,
In all Thy faithful, heart and will,
And make our inward fervour glow.
3 Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill,
For evil's self Thy light can kill:
O let that light upon us rise!
Lord, heal our wounds and cleanse our stains, Fountain of grace! and with thy rains
Our barren spirits fertilise.
4 Bend with Thy fires our stubborn will,
And quicken what the world would chill,
And homeward call the feet that stray:
Virtue's reward, and final grace,
The Eternal Vision face to face,-
Spirit of Love! for these we pray.
5 Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live;
To those who trust Thy mercy give
Joys that through endless ages flow:
Thy various gifts, foretastes of Heaven,
Those that are named Thy sacred Seven,
On us, O God of love! bestow.
Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy
Children.
1 HOLY Ghost, come down upon Thy children,
Give us grace, and make us Thine;
Thy tender fires within us kindle,
Blessed Spirit! Dove Divine!
For all within us good and holy
Is from Thee, Thy precious gift;
In all our joys, in all our sorrows,
Wistful hearts to Thee we lift.
2 For Thou to us art more than father,
More than sister, in Thy love,
So gentle, patient, and forbearing,
Holy Spirit! heavenly Dove!
3 O we have grieved Thee, gracious Spirit!
Wayward, wanton, cold are we;
And still our sins, new every morning,
Never yet have wearied Thee.
4 Dear Paraclete! how hast thou waited
While our hearts were slowly turned!
How often hath Thy love been slighted,
While for us it grieved and burned!
Holy Ghost, &c.
5 Now, if our hearts do not deceive us,
We would take Thee for our Lord;
O dearest Spirit! make us faithful
To Thy least and lightest word.
6 Ah! sweet Consoler, though we cannot
Love Thee as Thou lovest us,
Yet if Thou deignst our hearts to kindle,
They will not be always thus.
7 With hearts so vile how dare we venture, King of kings, to love Thee so?
And how canst Thou, with such compassion, Bear so long with things so low?
The Infant Jesus.
1 DEAR Little One! how sweet Thou art,
Thine eyes how bright they shine,
So bright, they almost seem to speak
When Mary's look meets Thine!
2 How faint and feeble is Thy cry,
Like plaint of harmless dove,
When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep
Of sorrow and of love!
3 When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep'st,
Thou wakest when she calls;
Thou art content upon her lap,
Or in the rugged stalls.
4 Simplest of Babes! with what a grace
Thou dost Thy Mother's will!
Thine infant fashions well betray
The Godhead's hidden skill.
5 When Joseph takes Thee in his arms,
And smooths Thy little cheek,
Thou lookest up into his face
So helpless and so meek.
6 Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, A thing of smiles and tears;
Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth
Adore Thee with their fears.
7 Yes! dearest Babe! those tiny hands,
That play with Mary's hair,
The weight of all the mighty world
This very moment bear.
8 Art Thou, weak Babe, my very God?
OI must love Thee then,
Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love Among forgetful men.
1 O SOUL of Jesus, sick to death!
Thy blood and prayer together plead !
My sins have bowed Thee to the ground,
As the storm bows the feeble reed.
For singing, "As tempests bow."
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