Automatic

Sweet guest who visits our heart Haven of peace and rest of the laborers,

bright light where our lives takes fire light breeze where our God hides.

Words of hope, caring comforter sweet freshness in our infirmity, in our pain,

might of the strong, hope of the poor breath of love that interacts between the Father and the Son.

Finger of the Creator on the clay that becomes flesh, source of life that sooths our desert,

true counsel who guides our decisions, generous breeze swarming us his gifts.

O Source of Charity who gathers the nations, the only confidant where forgiveness can be born.

O truth of God who unravels us through, amiable warmth amidst our winter.

Come Holy Spirit, you who wavers over the water, create in us a new heart,

proof of the heart where every man conceives, key of happiness to the door where God abides.