Come, holy Spirit, come, burning love, kindle on earth your shining light.
Come, Father of the poor: in pain and afflictions, come fill our hearts with joy.
Supreme benefactor at every moment, dwelling in us you are our breath.
Rest in the struggle and in peace enchantment, in the heat you are a breeze, comfort in weeping.
Light of holiness, who burn in heaven, set ablaze the souls of your faithful.
Without your strength and merciful favor, nothing in man is innocent.
Wash our stains, water the aridity, heal the sick and save everyone.
Soften the hardships for the travelers, cheer the sad, guide the wanderers.
Grant to the soul of those who trust in you your seven gifts: virtue in life, support in death, and joy in heaven.
Another translation
This is the rhymed verse version that the Compendium of the Catechism provides in the appendix of prayers.
Come, O Holy Spirit, and with your celestial light, releasing merciful rays, clothe our spirits.
Affectionate Father of the poor, distributor of wealth, come, oh light of the hearts, to support nature.
Come, supreme Comforter, of the souls, lovable host, most gentle refreshment of the insatiable mortal.
You are rest in labor, refreshment in burning calm; in tears you are the sweet relief of a penitent spirit.
Gentle origin of good, oh source of divine light, fill our hearts, illuminate our souls.
Without your celestial influx, nothing in the mortal is perfect; to everything that is harmful, man is subject.
Wash what in him is impure, moisten what is arid; heal what is an ailment, what he suffers in life.
What is hard softens, what is coldest warms; it straightens the one who is lost and does not know the path.
The seven gifts with which you sustain those who humbly confess you, grant to your devotees, always faithful to deserve them.
By deserved virtues, give them an end that leads to the heavens; give them the eternal delights that you promise to the good, my God.
