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In Lucem Beatissimam

Why squint, O eyes, which love the night,

At grey bodies blurred that creep?

What hope have you to see the form

Of light itself?

Veni, Spiritus, da tuis fidelibus sacrum septenarium.[1]

Dispel this seven-fold dark.


Love for pleasure inordinate

Downward tends me on broken wings.

’Til pierced my flesh with your fear be,

I Wallow low.

Sancte Spiritus, doce principium sapientiae nobis.[2]

Hands kept from evil grasp good.


With sinner’s crowd I walk, then stand.

The mocker’s seat proves rest to minds

Whose idle hands make faint the legs

On the good way.

Veni, pater pauperum, lava quod est sordidum.[3]

Make pious my unjust soul.


What can man do? Yet how I fear

Dust from dust; this frame destroyed

By hands of clay. But You, who may

Take more, fear I?

Spiritus Domini, requiesce super nos, da virtutis meritum.[4]

Nothing hidden remains so.


The stick that’s bent by water may

Mend by mind; be straightened out.

But crooked in reality,

I know not how.

Da, Spiritus, tuis fidelibus sensum Christi,[5]

In whom all knowledge does dwell.


Not any multitude will make

Wise the simple: the mob bids rush

The rash. While brooding Spirit holds,

Discerning depth.

Veni, Spiritus consilii, duce nos in omnem veritatem.[6]  

Give me pause to hear and see.


My mind mistook in caverns deep

The truth, and grasped obscurities

That titillate and fix me still

In youthful dim.

O lux beatissima, reple cordis intima,[7]

That I might understand aright.


You, who in the beginning were

Before the birth of star or earth,

Have called to ears that do not hear,

Shown to blind eye.

Veni, Spiritus sapientiae, et emitte caelitus lucis tuae radium,[8]

So, seeing God, we love pure.





[1] “Come, Holy Spirit, and give to your faithful the sevenfold gift.”

[2] “Holy Spirit, give to us the beginning of wisdom.”

[3] “Come, Father of the poor, wash what is stained.”

[4] “Spirit of the Lord, come rest upon us and give to us the gift of courage.”

[5] “Give, O Spirit, to your faithful ones the mind of Christ.”

[6] “Come, Spirit of Counsel, lead us into all truth.”

[7] “O most Blessed Light, fill my innermost heart.”

[8] “Come, Spirit of wisdom, and beam the brilliance of your heavenly light”

Joshua Schendel

Joshua Schendel

Joshua is the executive editor of Modern Reformation magazine. He holds a PhD from St. Louis University, a MAHT from Westminster Seminary California. He, his wife, Bethanne, and their three kids live in Southern California.

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