Veni pater pauperum,
Veni dator munerum,
Veni lumen cordium.

Consolator optime,
Dulcis hospes anime,
Dulce refrigerium.

In labore requies,
In estu temperies,
In fletu solacium.

O lux beatissima,
Reple cordis intima
Tuorum fidelium.

Sine tuo numine,
Nihil est in lumine,
Nihil est innoxium.

Lava quod est sordidum,
Riga quod est aridum,
Sana quod est saucium.

Flecte quod est rigidum,
Fove quod est frigidum,
Rege quod est devium.

Da tuis fidelibus,
In te confidentibus,
Sacrum septenarium.

Da virtutis meritum,
Da salutis exitum,
Da perenne gaudium.

motetus:
Veni Sancte Spiritus,
Et infunde primitus
Rorem celi gracie.

Precantibus humanitus
Salva nos divinitus
A serpentis facie

In cuius presencia
Ex tua clemencia
Tecta sint peccata

Nostraque servicia
Corda penitencia
Tibi fac placata.

Languidorum consolator
Et lapsorum reformator
Mortis medicina

Peccatorum perdonator
Esto noster expurgator
Et duc ad divina.

contratenor & tenor:
Veni creator Spiritus
Mentes tuorum visita,
Imple superna gracia,
Quae tu creasti pectora.

Qui paraclitus diceris,
Donum Dei altissimi,
Fons vivus, ignis, caritas
Et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere,
Dextre Dei, tu digitus
Tu rite promisso Patris
Sermone ditans guttura.

Accende lumen sensibus,
Infunde amorem cordibus,
Infirma nostri corporis,
Virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius
Pacemque dones protinus;
Ductore sic te previo
Vitemus omne noxium.

Per te sciamus da Patrem
Noscamus atque Filium,
Teque utriusque Spiritum
Credamus omni tempore.

Come, father of the poor,
come, giver of gifts,
come, light of hearts.

Greatest comforter,
sweet guest of the soul,
sweet consolation.

In labour, rest,
in heat, temperance,
in tears, solace.

O most blessed light,
fill the inmost heart
of your faithful.

Without your grace,
there is nothing in the light,
nothing that is not harmful.

Cleanse that which is unclean,
irrigate that which is dry,
heal that which is wounded.

Bend that which is inflexible,
warm that which is chilled,
correct what is deviant.

Give to your faithful,
those who trust in you,
the sevenfold gifts.

Grant the reward of virtue,
grant the deliverance of salvation,
grant eternal joy.

motetus:
Come, Holy Spirit,
and pour in first
the dew of heavenly grace.

Divinely save us,
praying, in the way of humanity,
from the face of the serpent,

in whose presence,
by your clemency,
our sins may be hidden,

and our servitude,
with penitent hearts,
make you kindly disposed.

Consoler of the powerless
and reformer of the fallen
remedy for death

forgiver of sins
be our purifier
and lead us to divine things.

contratenor & tenor:
Come, creator Spirit,
visit the minds of your people;
fill with heavenly grace
the breasts which you have made.

You who are called comforter,
the gift of God most high,
living fountain, fire, charity,
and spiritual unction.

You sevenfold in your gifts;
you, finger of God’s right hand;
you, solemnly by the Father’s promise,
enriching throats with speech.

Ignite a light for our senses,
pour love into hearts,
strengthening the weakness
of our bodies by your perpetual power.

Drive far from us our enemy,
and grant us peace forthwith;
so that with you as our guide going before us,
we may avoid all harm.

Through you may we know the Father
and may we recognize the Son
and may we believe in you,
the Spirit of both for all time.

Veni pater pauperum,
Veni dator munerum,
Veni lumen cordium.

Consolator optime,
Dulcis hospes anime,
Dulce refrigerium.

In labore requies,
In estu temperies,
In fletu solacium.

O lux beatissima,
Reple cordis intima
Tuorum fidelium.

Sine tuo numine,
Nihil est in lumine,
Nihil est innoxium.

Lava quod est sordidum,
Riga quod est aridum,
Sana quod est saucium.

Flecte quod est rigidum,
Fove quod est frigidum,
Rege quod est devium.

Da tuis fidelibus,
In te confidentibus,
Sacrum septenarium.

Da virtutis meritum,
Da salutis exitum,
Da perenne gaudium.

motetus:
Veni Sancte Spiritus,
Et infunde primitus
Rorem celi gracie.

Precantibus humanitus
Salva nos divinitus
A serpentis facie

In cuius presencia
Ex tua clemencia
Tecta sint peccata

Nostraque servicia
Corda penitencia
Tibi fac placata.

Languidorum consolator
Et lapsorum reformator
Mortis medicina

Peccatorum perdonator
Esto noster expurgator
Et duc ad divina.

contratenor & tenor:
Veni creator Spiritus
Mentes tuorum visita,
Imple superna gracia,
Quae tu creasti pectora.

Qui paraclitus diceris,
Donum Dei altissimi,
Fons vivus, ignis, caritas
Et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere,
Dextre Dei, tu digitus
Tu rite promisso Patris
Sermone ditans guttura.

Accende lumen sensibus,
Infunde amorem cordibus,
Infirma nostri corporis,
Virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius
Pacemque dones protinus;
Ductore sic te previo
Vitemus omne noxium.

Per te sciamus da Patrem
Noscamus atque Filium,
Teque utriusque Spiritum
Credamus omni tempore.

Come, father of the poor,
come, giver of gifts,
come, light of hearts.

Greatest comforter,
sweet guest of the soul,
sweet consolation.

In labour, rest,
in heat, temperance,
in tears, solace.

O most blessed light,
fill the inmost heart
of your faithful.

Without your grace,
there is nothing in the light,
nothing that is not harmful.

Cleanse that which is unclean,
irrigate that which is dry,
heal that which is wounded.

Bend that which is inflexible,
warm that which is chilled,
correct what is deviant.

Give to your faithful,
those who trust in you,
the sevenfold gifts.

Grant the reward of virtue,
grant the deliverance of salvation,
grant eternal joy.

motetus:
Come, Holy Spirit,
and pour in first
the dew of heavenly grace.

Divinely save us,
praying, in the way of humanity,
from the face of the serpent,

in whose presence,
by your clemency,
our sins may be hidden,

and our servitude,
with penitent hearts,
make you kindly disposed.

Consoler of the powerless
and reformer of the fallen
remedy for death

forgiver of sins
be our purifier
and lead us to divine things.

contratenor & tenor:
Come, creator Spirit,
visit the minds of your people;
fill with heavenly grace
the breasts which you have made.

You who are called comforter,
the gift of God most high,
living fountain, fire, charity,
and spiritual unction.

You sevenfold in your gifts;
you, finger of God’s right hand;
you, solemnly by the Father’s promise,
enriching throats with speech.

Ignite a light for our senses,
pour love into hearts,
strengthening the weakness
of our bodies by your perpetual power.

Drive far from us our enemy,
and grant us peace forthwith;
so that with you as our guide going before us,
we may avoid all harm.

Through you may we know the Father
and may we recognize the Son
and may we believe in you,
the Spirit of both for all time.