Solemnity of Pentecost

Sending out the Spirit, Egino Weinert

Come O Holy Paraclete,
And from your celestial seat,
Send your light and brilliancy.
Father of the poor, draw near:
Giver of all gifts, be here:
Come, the heart’s true radiancy.

Come, of comforters the best
Of the soul the sweetest guest,
Come in toil refreshingly.
In labor you are rest most sweet,
You are shadow from the heat,
Comfort in adversity.

Come O light more pure and blest,
Shine within the inmost breast
Of your faithful company.
Where you are not, we are naught:
Every holy deed and thought
Comes from your divinity.

What is soiled, render pure;
What is wounded, work its cure:
what is parched, fructify.
What is frozen, warmly tend:
What is rigid, gently bend:
Straighten what goes erringly.

Fill your faithful, who confide
In your power to guard and guide,
With your sevenfold mystery.
Here your grace and virtue send:
Grant salvation in the end,
And in heaven felicity.

Amen.

The Pentecost Sequence