Come Down, O Love Divine

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.