| Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,
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| From the clear celestial height,
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| Thy pure beaming radiance give.
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| Come, Thou father of the poor,
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| Come, with treasure to endure,
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| Come, Thou light of all that live.
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| Light immortal, light divine,
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| Visit now, these hearts of Thine,
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| And our inmost being fill:
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| For without Thy grace, all turns to ill.
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| Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
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| Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
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| Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
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| Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
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| On our dryness pour Thy dew;
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| Wash the stains of guilt away:
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| Bend the stubborn heart and will;
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| Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
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| Guide our steps when we go astray:
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| Light immortal, light divine,
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| Visit now, these hearts of Thine,
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| And our inmost being fill:
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| For without Thy grace, all turns to ill |