Whitsunday Hymn

Come, holy Spirite, most blessed Lorde,

Fulfyl our harts nowe with Thy grace,

And make our myndes of one accorde,

Kyndle them with love in every place.

Alleluya.

O holy lyght, moste principall,

The worde of lyfe shewe unto us,

And cause us to knowe God over all

For our owne Father moste gracious.

Alleluya.

O holy fyre, and conforth moste swete,

Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse,

To abyde by The in colde and hete,

Content to suffre for ryghteousnesse.

Alleluya.

O Lorde, Thou forgevest our trespace,

And callest the folke of every countre

To the ryght fayth and truste of Thy grace,

That we may give thankes and synge to Thee.

Alleluya.