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257 ~ Come Down, O Love Divine


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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.

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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 he become the place Where in the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.