| Come to our poor nature's night With thy blessed inward light, Holy Ghost the Infinite, Comforter divine. | | We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord; Sick and faint, thy strength afford; Lost, until by thee restored, Comforter divine. | | Orphan are our souls and poor; Give us from thy heavenly store Faith, love, joy for evermore, Comforter divine. | | Like the dew thy peace distill; Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter divine. | | With us, for us, intercede, And with voiceless groanings plead Our unutterable need, Comforter divine. | | In us, "Abba, Father," cry; Earnest of the bliss on high, Seal of immortality, Comforter divine. | | Search for us the depths of God; Upwards, by the starry road, Bear us to thy high abode, Comforter divine. | |