Come, thou Holy Spirit, come (Samuel Webbe)
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- (Posted 2020-11-08) CPDL #61269:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-08). Score information: A4, 1 page, 41 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
- (Posted 2020-11-08) CPDL #61268:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-08). Score information: A4, 1 page, 98 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.
General Information
Title: Come, thou Holy Spirit, come
Composer: Samuel Webbe
Tune: Veni, sancte Spiritus
Lyricist: Edward Caswall
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 777. D
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard
First published:
2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 92
Description: Text by Stephen Langton, translated by Edward Caswall. See "Come, thou holy Paraclete (Samuel Webbe)" for a different translation. Descants to the hymn are available by Alan Gray and Geoffrey Shaw.
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Original text and translations
English text
Come, thou Holy Spirit, come,
and from thy celestial home
shed a ray of light divine;
come, thou Father of the poor,
come, thou source of all our store,
come, within our bosoms shine:
Thou of comforters the best,
thou the soul’s most welcome guest,
sweet refreshment here below;
in our labour rest most sweet,
grateful coolness in the heat,
solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessèd Light divine,
shine within these hearts of thine,
and our inmost being fill;
where thou art not, man hath naught,
nothing good in deed or thought,
nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
on our dryness pour thy dew;
wash the stains of guilt away;
bend the stubborn heart and will;
melt the frozen, warm the chill;
guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
and confess thee, evermore
in thy sevenfold gifts descend:
give them virtue’s sure reward,
give them thy salvation, Lord,
give them joys that never end.