O Jesus, Lover of our race,
How rich the promise of Thy grace
To Thy disciples made,—
A holy Paraclete to send,
To succour, comfort, and befriend
With His inspiring aid.

On earth the light is shining clear,
The Holy Comforter is here,
To all the faithful given;
And now, what prophets long foretold,
In all His fulness we behold
The Spirit sent from heaven.