1 Come down, O Love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
O Comforter, draw near,
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.
2 O let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
3 And so the yearning strong
with which the soul will long,
shall far outpass the power of human telling;
for none can guess its grace,
till he become the place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes his dwelling.
|First Line:||Come down, O Love divine|
|Title:||Come Down, O Love Divine|
|Translator:||R. F. Littledale (1867)|
|Author:||Bianco of Siena|
|Topic:||Faith and Aspiration|
|Source:||Discendi amor santo|