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, thy holy flame bestowing.
  2. O let it freely burn, till earthly passions turn
    to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
    and let thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,
    and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
  3. Let holy charity Mine outward vesture be,
    And lowliness become my inner clothing;
    True lowliness of heart which takes the humbler part,
    And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.
  4. And so the yearning strong with which the soul will long
    shall far outpass the power of human telling;
    for none can guess its grace, till Love create a place
    wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.