O highest gift of GOD most high! O fount of life! O fire of love! And sweet Anointing from above! Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known! Thee, Finger of GOD’s hand we own The promise of the FATHER Thou! Who dost the tongue with pow’r endow. Kindle our senses from above,
Infirma nostri corporis Virtute firmans perpeti. Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque dones protinus; O lux beatissima, Reple cordis intima Tuorum fidelium. Sine tuo numine Nihil est in homine, Nihil est innoxium. Lava quod est sordidum, Riga quod est aridum, Sana quod est saucium. Flecte quod est rigidum, Fove quod est frigidum, Rege quod est devium. Da tuis fidelibus In te confidentibus Sacrum septenarium. Da virtutis meritum, Da salutis exitum, Da perenne gaudium. Amen. And make our hearts o’erflow with love; With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with Thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. O, may thy grace on us bestow The FATHER and the SON to know, And Thee, through endless times confess’d, Of Both th’eternal SPIRIT blest. All glory, while the ages run, Be to the FATHER and the SON, The same, O HOLY GHOST, to Thee, Now and through all eternity. Amen. Paschal Time. All glory while the ages run Be to the FATHER and the SON, Who rose from death; the same to Thee, O HOLY GHOST, eternally. Amen. HOLY SPIRIT! LORD of light! From thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give: Come, Thou FATHER of the poor! Come, with treasures which endure! Come, Thou Light of all that live! Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet; Pleasant coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. Light immortal! Light Divine! Visit Thou these hearts of thine, And our inmost being fill: If Thou take thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turn’d to ill. Heal our wounds our strength renew; On our dryness pour thy dew; Wash the stains of guilt away: Bend the stubborn heart and will Melt the frozen, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go astray. Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In thy sevenfold gifts, descend: Give them comfort when they die; Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys which never end. Amen.