O Love Divine


Come down, O love divine

Seek Thou this soul of mine

And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing

O Comforter, draw near

Within my heart appear

And kindle it,

Thy holy flame bestowing

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

Let holy charity

Mine outward vesture be

And lowliness become mine inner clothing

True lowliness of heart

Which takes the humbler part

And o’er its own shortcomings

weeps with loathing

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

Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling

Seen above: “Nativity” by Christina Saj

Words: Bianco da Siena

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