Come, Holy Spirit, come. And from your celestial home, shed a ray of light divine. Come, Father of the poor. Come, source of all our store. Come within our hearts to shine. You, of comforters the best. You my soul’s most welcome guest. Sweet refreshment here below.
In our labor, rest most sweet; Grateful coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. Heal our wounds, our strength renew; on our dryness pour your 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. Give us virtue’s sure reward. Give us your salvation, Lord. Give us joy that never ends. Amen! Alleluia!
—”Veni Sancte Spiritus,” traditional Pentecost hymn.
I remember praying for weeks over this Sequence one year in Chile.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel able to share my dialogue with St. Madeleine Sophie.
I remember praying for weeks over this Sequence one year in Chile.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel able to share my dialogue with St. Madeleine Sophie.
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