And, Lord, we have Thy promise plain
That Thou wilt walk in them again.
PENTECOST
Veni Creator
Dear Heart of the Eternal Rose—
O many-coloured Heart of Fire—
That in our Lord’s green garden grows,
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire.
Sweet Honey of the heavenly flowers,
Distilled from the white lily’s heart,
Drip on these thirsty lips of ours—