| Song | Come Thou Holy Paraclete |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Come Thou Holy Paraclete |
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Come, Thou Holy Paraclete,
And From Thy Celestial Seat
Send Thy Light And Brilliancy.
Father Of The Poor, Draw Near;
Giver Of All Gifts, Be Here;
Come, The Soul’s True Radiancy.
Come, Of Comforters The Best,
Of The Soul The Sweetest Guest,
Come In Toil Refreshingly.
Thou In Labour Rest Most Sweet,
Thou Art Shadow From The Heat,
Comfort In Adversity.
O Thou Light, Most Pure And Blest
Shine Within The Inmost Breast
Of Thy Faithful Company.
Where Thou Art Not, Man Hath Nought;
Every Holy Deed And Thought
Comes From Thy Divinity.
What Is Soiled, Make Thou Pure;
What Is Wounded, Work Its Cure;
What Is Parched, Fructify.
Cold And Hard Hearts Quicken Thou,
Stubborn Necks To Jesus Bow,
Draw The Wanderer Tenderly.
Fill Thy Faithful, Who Confide
In Thy Power To Guard And Guide,
With Thy Sevenfold Mystery.
Here Thy Grace And Virtue Send;
Grant Salvation To The End,
And In Heaven Felicity.
