1 Come down, O love divine! Seek out this soul of mine
and visit it with your own ardor glowing:
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
and kindle it, your holy flame bestowing.

2 O 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 make my pathway clear, by your illuming.

3 Let holy charity my outward vesture be,
and lowliness become my inner clothing;
true lowliness of heart which takes the humbler part,
and for its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

4 And so the yearning strong with which the soul will long
shall far surpass the power of human telling;
for none can guess its grace till we become the place
in which the Holy Spirit makes his dwelling.