Sequence for Whit-Sunday
Veni Sancte Spiritus
Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams,
Et emitte cælitus
Which sweetly flow in silent streams,
Lucis tuæ radium.
From thy bright throne above.
Veni Pater pauperum:
O come thou Father of the poor,
Veni dator munerum:
Thou bounteous source of all our store,
Veni lumen cordium.
Come fire our hearts with love.
Consolator optime,
Come thou of comforters the best,
Dulcis hospes animæ,
Come thou the soul’s delicious guest,
Dulce refrigerium.
The pilgrim’s sweet relief.
In labore requies,
Thou art our rest in toil and sweat,
In æstu temperies,
Refreshment in excessive heat
In fletu solatium.
And solace in our grief.
O lux beatissima,
O sacred light, shoot home thy darts,
Reple cordis intima
O pierce the centre of those hearts,
Tuorura fideliam.
Whose faith aspires to thee.
Sine tuo numine,
Without thy Godhead no thing can
Nihil est in homine,
Have any price or worth in man:
Nihil est innoxium.
Nothing can harmless be.
Lava quod est sordidum,
Lord, wash our sinful stains away,
Riga quod est aridum,
Water from heaven our barren clay,
Sana quod est saucium.
Our wounds and bruises heal.
Flecte quod est rigidum,
To thy sweet yoke our stiff necks bow,
Fove quod est frigidum,
Warm with thy fire our hearts of snow,
Rege quod est devium.
Our wand’ring feet repel.
Da tuis fidelibus,
O grant thy faithful, dearest Lord,
In te confitentibus,
Whose only hope is thy sure word,
Sacrum septenarium.
The seven gifts of thy spirit.
Da virtutis meritum,
Grant us in life to obey thy grace,
Da salutis exitum,
Grant us in death to see thy face,
Da perenne gaudium. Amen.
And endless joys inherit. Amen.