Pentecost Sunday (or Whitsunday) - Missa 'Spiritus Domini'

INTROIT ¤ Wisdom 1. 7

Spiritus Domini replevit orbem terrarum, alleluia: et hoc quod continet omnia, scientiam habet vocis, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. - Exsurget Deus, et dissipentur inimici ejus: et fugiant, qui oderunt eum, a facie ejus. V.: Gloria Patri . . . -- Spiritus Domini replevit orbem . . .

The Spirit of the Lord hath filled the whole world, alleluia; and that which containeth all things hath knowledge of the voice, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. -- (Ps. 67. 1). Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and let them that hate Him flee from before His face. V.: Glory be to the Father . . . -- The Spirit of the Lord hath filled the whole world . . .

Sequence

Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
Et emitte coelitus,
Lucis tuae radium.

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

Consolator optime.
Dulcis hospes animae,
Dulce refrigerium.

In labore requies,
In aestu temeries,
In fletu solatium.

O lux beatissima,
Reple cordis intima,
Tuorum fidelium.

Sine tuo numine,
Nihil est in homine,
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 confitentibus,
Sacrum septenarium.

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

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 Conforters the best,
Thou the soul's delightful guest,
Sweet refreshment here below.

In our labor rest most sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.

O most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill.

Where Thou art not, man hath nought
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 Thy 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.
Amen. Alleluia.

Tridentine Latin Rite Missal Project