Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS, by ROBERT II Poet's Biography
First Line: Come, holy ghost! Thou fire divine!
Last Line: And dwell with thee in lasting bliss!
Alternate Author Name(s): Robert The Pious; Robert Ii Of France
Subject(s): God; Religion; Theology
COME, Holy Ghost! thou fire divine!
From highest heaven on us down shine!
Comforter, be thy comfort mine!
Come, Father of the poor, to earth;
Come, with thy gifts of precious worth;
Come Light of all of mortal birth!
Thou rich in comfort! Ever blest
The heart where thou art constant guest,
Who giv'st the heavy-laden rest.
Come, thou in whom our toil is sweet,
Our shadow in the noonday heat,
Before whom mourning flieth fleet.
Bright sun of Grace! thy sunshine dart
On all who cry to thee apart,
All fill with gladness every heart.
What'er without thy aid is wrought,
Or skilful deed, or wisest thought,
God counts it vain and merely naught.
O cleanse us that we sin no more,
O'er parched souls thy waters pour;
Heal the sad heart that acheth sore.
Thy will be ours in all our ways;
O melt the frozen with thy rays;
Call home the lost in error's maze
And grant us, Lord, who cry to thee,
And hold the Faith in unity,
Thy precious gifts of charity;
That we may live in holiness,
And find in death our happiness,
And dwell with thee in lasting bliss!
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