Thou Wind of God, whose coming stirred
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Thou Wind of God, whose coming stirred A world as yet unmade, And things, which were not, woke and heard And answered and obeyed; By thee the lives that live and move In earth and sea began, And human thought and human love Lit up the heart of man; Until thou camest, Holy One, In Jesus' heart to dwell, That man, in him, might be a son And please the Father well. O thou, who from the Father art, Upon our spirits move, Until the children's thankful heart Reflects the Father's love. |
Divine Flatus, unde fit quod est e nihilo oboediensque apparuit cienti Domino; Quot terra gignit et mare per te creata sunt, lucere mens in homine amorque coeperunt; venisti mox sanctissimus cor Jesu penetrans, ut prolem ibi nos Deus agnosceret probans. In nos, O Patre defluens, vis tua veniat, dum filiorum grata mens Patri respondeat. |