From the clear celestial home
Thy pure beaming radiance give.
Come, Thou Father of the poor,
Come, with treasures which endure
Come, Thou Light of all that live!
Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul's delightful Guest,
Thou, refreshing peace bestow.
Thou in toil art comfort sweet;
Pleasant coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Let Thy radiance in us shine,
And our inmost being fill.
If Thou take thy grace away,
Nothing pure in us will stay,
All our good is turned to ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew,
On our dryness pour Thy 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.
Thou, on us who evermore,
Thee confess and Thee adore,
With thy sevenfold gift descend.
Give us virtue's rich increase,
Saving grace to die in peace,
Give us joys that never end. Amen. Alleluia.