Collect of the Mass:
Deus,
qui hodiérna die corda fidélium Sancti Spíritus illustratióne docuísti:
da nobis in eódem Spíritu recta sápere; et de ejus semper consolatióne
gaudére. Per Dóminum... in unitáte ejúsdem Spíritus Sancti Deus...
O God, who this day hast taught the hearts of the faithful by the light of the Holy Spirit, grant that by the gift of the same Spirit we may be always truly wise and ever rejoice in His consolation. Through our Lord... in the unity of the same...
O God, who this day hast taught the hearts of the faithful by the light of the Holy Spirit, grant that by the gift of the same Spirit we may be always truly wise and ever rejoice in His consolation. Through our Lord... in the unity of the same...
Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come, and from Thy celestial home shed a ray of light divine.
Come, Thou Father of the poor, come, Thou source of all our store, come, within our bosoms shine.
Thou of Comforters the best, Thou the soul's delightful guest, sweet refreshment here below.
In our labour rest most sweet, pleasant coolness in the heat, solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine, shine within these hearts of Thine, and our inmost being fill.
Where Thou art not, man hath nought, nothing good in deed or thought, nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew, on our dryness pour Thy dew, wash the stains of guilt away.
Bend the stubborn heart and will, melt the frozen, warm the chill, guide the steps that go astray.
On Thy faithful who adore, and confess Thee evermore, in Thy sevenfold gifts descend.
Give them virtue's sure reward, give them Thy salavation, Lord, give them joys that never end.
Amen. Alleluia.
Come, Thou Father of the poor, come, Thou source of all our store, come, within our bosoms shine.
Thou of Comforters the best, Thou the soul's delightful guest, sweet refreshment here below.
In our labour rest most sweet, pleasant coolness in the heat, solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine, shine within these hearts of Thine, and our inmost being fill.
Where Thou art not, man hath nought, nothing good in deed or thought, nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew, on our dryness pour Thy dew, wash the stains of guilt away.
Bend the stubborn heart and will, melt the frozen, warm the chill, guide the steps that go astray.
On Thy faithful who adore, and confess Thee evermore, in Thy sevenfold gifts descend.
Give them virtue's sure reward, give them Thy salavation, Lord, give them joys that never end.
Amen. Alleluia.
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