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, O! Holy Spirit down, Send from Heaven Thy sacred throne, Thy irradiation bright; Come, the needy's Sire benign, Come, who givest grace divine, Come, the heart's celestial light.

Sweet consoler of the breast, Contrite spirit's gentle guest, Soft refreshment of the heart, In our labour solace sweet, Coolness midst oppressive heat, Comfort under sorrow's smart.

Light of blessing all divine, E'en the spirit's inmost shrine Of thy faithful people fill: If Thy Godhead absent be, Man is nought but vanity, Nothing is devoid of ill.