Come, O creator Spirit,
visit our minds,
fill with your love
the hearts you have created.
O sweet Consoler,
gift of the most high Father,
living water, fire, love,
holy chrism of the soul.
Finger of the hand of God,
promised by the Saviour,
pour out your seven gifts,
make the word be born in us.
Be light to the intellect,
living flame in our hearts;
heal our wounds
with the balm of your love.
Defend us from the enemy,
bring peace as your gift;
may your unfailing guidance
save us from all evil.
Light of eternal wisdom,
reveal to us the great mystery
of God the Father and the Son,
united in one single Love.
Amen.

Come Holy Spirit,
send us a ray of your light.
Come, Father of the poor,
come, giver of gifts.
Come, light of the heart,
you, the greatest Consoler.
Come Holy Spirit…
Sweet guest of the soul,
sweetest consolation,
rest in the midst of our labours,
comfort in our weeping.
Come Holy Spirit…
Come most blessed light,
come and fill our hearts.
Without your holy strength,
nothing pure dwells in man.
Come Holy Spirit…
Wash what is dirty,
water what is dry.
Heal what is wounded,
bend what is rigid.
Come Holy Spirit…
Warm what is cold,
bring back what goes astray.
Give to your faithful
your seven holy gifts.
Come Holy Spirit…
Give virtue and love,
give us a holy death.
Give joy eternal.
Amen, Alleluia!
Come Holy Spirit,
send us a ray of your light.

Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet,
when the brothers are together!
It is like fragrant oil running down
on Aaron’s beard!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
It is like fragrant oil running down
down upon his robes!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
It is like dew coming down from Hermon
on the heights of Zion!
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…
There the Lord gives his blessing from heaven,
the Lord gives life eternal.
Look how it is good, taste how it is sweet…

Look how it is good,
taste how it is sweet,
the love among the brothers!
Look how it is good,
taste how it is sweet,
when brothers are together!
It is like fragrant oil running down,
running down on Aaron’s beard!
It is like fragrant oil running down
on Aaron’s beard!
Look how it is good...
It is like dew coming down from Hermon,
coming down on the Mount of Zion!
It is like dew coming down from Hermon,
on the Mount of Zion!
Look how it is good…
Because there the Lord gives us,
the Lord gives us his blessing.
Because there the Lord gives us,
the Lord gives us his love.
Look how it is good…
Because there the Lord gives us
life eternally.
Because there the Lord gives us
his everlasting life.
Look how it is good…

Hail, holy Queen,
Mother, Mother of mercy,
hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope.
To thee do we cry,
poor banished children of Eve;
to thee we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping,
in this vale of tears,
in this vale of tears.
Turn, then, most gracious advocate,
thine eyes of mercy towards us;
and after this our exile
show unto us Jesus,
the blessed fruit of thy womb.
O clement!
O loving!
O sweet Virgin Mary!
Pray for us,
holy Mother of God,
that we may be made worthy
of the promises of Christ,
of Jesus Christ,
of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Stabat Mater dolorosa,
juxta crucem lacrimosa.
dum pendebat filius.
Her grief-stricken soul,
suffering and anguished,
was pierced by a sword.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O how sad and afflicted
was the blessed
Mother of the Only-begotten.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
Who can help but cry
when looking at Christ’s Mother
in such anguish?
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
For the sins of his people
she sees Jesus in torment
and subjected to scourging.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
She sees her sweet Offspring
dying, abandoned,
giving us his spirit.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O Christ, when I die,
through your blessed Mother bring me
to the palm of victory!
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!

Let him kiss me
with the kisses of his mouth;
your love is sweeter than wine.
Your name is the fragrance of your perfume:
that’s why
the maidens love you.
Take me with you, let us go out:
draw me towards you, let us run!
We shall praise your love more than wine,
how wonderful it is to love you!
Tell me then, beloved of my heart,
where do you lead your flock to pasture,
so that I may not wander as a vagabond
behind other shepherds?
Tell me then, beloved of my heart,
where do you lead your flock to pasture,
so that I may not wander as a vagabond
behind other shepherds?
If you don’t know this,
O loveliest of women,
follow the tracks of my flock
and take your kids to graze
close by the shepherds’ tents.
Take me with you, let us go out…

My beloved is for me
a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
My beloved is for me
the perfume of myrrh,
as he rests on my breast.
My beloved is for me
as a lily among the thistles,
so is my beloved among the maidens.
My beloved is for me
a cluster of henna flowers
among the vines of En-gedi.
How beautiful are you, my love,
how beautiful, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves,
your eyes are doves.
How beautiful are you, my beloved,
how delightful, how delightful!
Even our bed is verdant.
Even our bed is verdant.
As an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved,
my beloved among the young men.
In his shade, for which I longed, I am seated
and sweet is his fruit,
how sweet it is to my taste!
Into the wine cellar he has taken me
and his banner over me is love:
Into the banqueting hall he has led me
and his banner over me is love.
His left arm is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.
I implore you, daughters of Jerusalem,
do not rouse nor wake my beloved,
do not rouse nor wake my beloved.

You who dwell in the gardens,
where my companions are listening,
let me hear your voice,
let me hear your voice.
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
I am in his eyes
as one who has found peace,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
You who dwell in the gardens…
The Church through Baptism has been introduced into the gardens of the Kingdom "where the
companions are listening."
There, as she has been made mother and teacher of all nations because of the experience of
love she has received and because of the suffering, the joys, the failures, the recoveries and – we
could say – because of the history of salvation that the Song of Songs expresses, the Church is
invited by the Bridegroom to let her voice be heard in a final yearning.
The Church answers with an eschatological paschal cry: what she has come to know and
experienced of the Bridegroom makes her desire to flee with him in a final exodus "to the sweet
scented mountains," which is Heaven, forever free.

Take me to heaven, take me to heaven, O Lord!
For me to die, for me to die, would be better by far,
would be better by far, to be with you,
to be with you!
Take me to heaven…
Only one thing I seek from you, only this I ask of you:
never to doubt your love,
never to doubt your love,
to be with you, to be with you!
Take me to heaven…
Oh how good, Oh how sweet,
has been your love for me!
Has been your love for me!
Oh how good, Oh how sweet!
Take me to heaven…