Come, thou holy Paraclete

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Come, you holy Par-aclete,
And from your celest--ial seat
Send your light and bril--liancy:
Keeper of the poor-, draw near;
Giver of all gifts--, be here;
Come, the soul's true ra--diancy.

Come, of comforters the best,
Of the soul- the sweet-est guest,
Come in toil- refresh--ingly:
You in labor rest- most sweet,
You are sha-dow from- the heat,
Comfort in- adver--sity.

O you Light-, most pure- and blest,
Shine within the inmost breast
Of your- faith--ful company.
Where you are not-, we have naught;
Every holy deed and thought
Comes from your Divin--ity.

What is soiled--, make you pure;
What is wound-ed, work its cure;
What is parched-, fructify;
What is rig-id gent-ly bend;
What is fro-zen, warm-ly tend;
Straighten what goes erringly.

Fill your faithful, who confide
In your power to guard and guide,
With your sev'nfold Mystery.
Here your grace and virtue send:
Grant salva--tion in the end,
And in heaven felicity.

Music: Anon. (13th C)
Words: Anon.