1. Come down, O love di- vine, seek Thou this soul of mine, And vis- it it with Thine own ar- dor glow- ing. O Com- fort- er, draw near, with- in my heart ap- pear, And kin- dle it, Thy ho- ly flame be- stow- ing.

2. O let it free- ly burn, til earth- ly pas- sions turn To dust and ash- es in its heat con- su- ming; And let Thy glor- ious light shine ev- er on my sight, And clothe me round, the while my path il- lum- ing.

3. Let ho- ly char- it- y mine out- ward ves- ture be, And low- li- ness be- come mine in- ner cloth- ing; True low- li- ness of heart, which takes the hum- bler part, And o'er its own short- com- ings weeps with loath- ing.

4. And so the yearn- ing strong, with which the soul will long, Shall far out- pass the pow'r of hu- man tell- ing; For none can guess its grace, till he be- come the place Where- in the Ho- ly Spir- it makes His dwell- ing.