Roman Mass Propers: Sequence "Véni Sáncte Spíritus"

Submitted by Rick.Wheeler on Wed, 2011/06/08 - 1:56pm
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Roman Mass Propers: Temporal Cycle: Pentecost or Whit Sunday
Original Source
Official Liturgical Book: 
Graduale Romanum
Proprium de Tempore
Composition Date: 
Unknown
Composer: 
Unknown
Arrangers / Editors: 
Institute of Christ the King
Proper Liturgical Usage: 
Holy Mass
Propers
Between Epistle and Gospel
Proper Liturgical Time: 
Whitsuntide (The Feast of Pentecost)
Proper Liturgical Day: 
Sunday
Votive: 
F
Performance Time: 
2 min
Composition Type: 
Sequentia
Texture: 
Monophonic
Voices: 
Unison
Language: 
Latin
Difficulty: 
Easy
Musical Style: 
Gregorian
Gregorian Tone: 
1.
Lyrics: 

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.

Translated Lyrics: 

Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come, And from Thy celestial home Shed a ray of light devine

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.