\t[b]The Holy Spirit[i]Frederick William Faber, 1814-1863
Fountain of Love! Thyself true God!
Who through eternal days
From Father and from Son hast flowed
In uncreated ways!
O Majesty unspeakable!
O Person all divine!
How in the Threefold Majesty,
Doth Thy Procession shine!
Fixed in the Godhead's awful light
Thy fiery Breath doth move;
Thou art a wonder by Thyself
To worship and to love!
Proceeding, yet of equal age
With those whose love Thou art;
Proceeding, yet distinct, from those
From whom Thou seem'st to part.
An undivided Nature shared
With Father and with Son;
A Person by Thyself; with Them
Thy simple essence One;
Bond art Thou of the other Twain!
Omnipotent and free!
The consummating Love of God!
The Limit of the Three!
. . .
O Light! O Love! O very God
I dare not longer gaze
Upon Thy wondrous attributes,
And their mysterious ways.
O Spirit, beautiful and dread!
My heart is fit to break
With love of all Thy tenderness
For us poor sinners' sake.
Thy love of Jesus I adore;
My comfort this shall be,
That, when I serve my dearest Lord,
That service worships Thee!
