Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
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Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed his tender last farewell, a Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed with us to dwell. He came sweet influence to impart, a gracious, willing Guest, while he can find one humble heart wherein to rest. And his that gentle voice we hear, soft as the breath of even, that checks each fault, that calms each fear, and speaks of heaven. And every virtue we possess, and every conquest won, and every thought of holiness, are his alone. Spirit of purity and grace, our weakness, pitying, see: O make our hearts thy dwelling place and worthier thee. |
Nobis beatus antequam Redemptor abiit Paraclitum et accolam imposuit. Est hospes almus animae; qui nobis dulce flet, in humili dum pectore se collocet. Is vesperi suspirio similiter sonat; pulsis timore et vitio, supra vocat. Eius, quod sanxit animas, et quicquid vicimus, et mente si qua sanctitas, sunt unius. O castae Flatus gratiae, ignosce imbellibus, ut captent corda nostra te decentius. |