Come, Holy Ghost.
Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams,
Which sweetly flow in silent streams
From Thy bright throne above.
Come, Thou, the Father of the poor,
Thou bounteous source of all our store;
Come, fire our hearts with love.
Come, Thou, of comforters the best,
Come, Thou, the soul's delightful guest,
The pilgrim's sweet relief.