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 out pass the
Power of human telling;
For none can guess its grace,
Till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit
Makes a dwelling.