Come, holy spirit
And send the ray
Of your heavenly light.

Come, father of the poor,
Come, giver of gifts,
Come, light of our hearts.

Our best consoler,
The sweet host of our soul,
Our sweet refreshment.

In work our rest
In heat our coolness
In weeping our solace.

O most blessed light
Re-fill the depths of the hearts
Of your faithful.

Without your power
There is nothing in man,
Nothing that is harmless.

Wash what is unclean
Water what is dry
Heal what is wounded

Bend what is stiff
Warm what is cold
Rule what is straying.

Give to your faithful,
Trusting in you,
Your seven-fold holiness

Grant the reward of virtue,
Grant the issue of salvation,
Grant eternal joy.