The Cyber Hymnal ‎#1119

1119. Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

1. 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.

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Thou holy Paraclete
• Title: Come, Thou Holy Paraclete
• Latin Title: Veni Sancte Spiritus
• Author: Anonymous (12th Century)
• Translator (from Latin): John M. Neale
• Meter: 77.77.77
• Language: English
• Source: The Hymnal Noted, second edition, 1854.
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS
• Composer: Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1782)
• Meter: 77.77.77
• Incipit: 11123 21232 55456
• Key: E Major
• Copyright: Public Domain