Come Down O Love Divine

Come down, O love divine
 Seek Thou this soul of mine
 And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing
 O Comforter, draw near
 Within my heart appear
 And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing
 O let it freely burn
 'Til 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 illumine
 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 out-pass the power of human telling
 For none can guess its grace
 'Til he become the place
 Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling