Come Down, O Lord Divine

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Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,
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And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.
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O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
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And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

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O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn
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To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
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And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,
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And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

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Let holy charity mine outward vesture be,
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And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
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True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part,
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And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

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And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long,
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Shall far out-pass the power of human telling;
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For none can guess its grace, till he become the place
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Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.