1 Come down, O Love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
O Comforter, draw near;
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, your holy flame bestowing.
2 Oh, let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let your glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
3 And so the yearning strong,
with which the soul will long,
shall far out-pass the power of human telling;
for none can guess God's grace,
till Love create a place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.