Enter, O Spirit Feminine, enter!
And from your comforting paradise
Cast your beam of brightness!
Enter, O Mother of the poor!
Enter, spring of all our keep!
Enter, within our heart do shine!
You, most noble solace know;
You, Holy Wisdom of our heart;
Pleasing tonic for us now;
In our toil, abide with us;
Grateful relief from the grind;
Comforter in our distress.
O Most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of yours,
And our inmost being fill!
If you aren’t here, we have not,
Nothing good in works or thought
Nothing free from stain of wrong.
Heal our wounds, strengthen resolve;
In our desert quench our thirst;
Our blame remove for us first;
Turn our rigid heart and will;
Melt the frozen; warm the chill;
Guide the steps that have been lost.
On the faithful, who adore
And witness you, evermore
Send your gifts of sacrament;
Give us virtue’s most gracious prize;
Look on us with forgiving eyes;
Give us joys that never end.
O gracious Mother, Let it be.