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The title, "Veni Sancte Spiritus", is Latin for 'Come Holy Spirit'.
The music for this hymn was the second of two pieces I did on Logic Pro 8 back in 2010, when a uni friend taught me how to use a sequencer. I played all the parts; he quantised and mixed them. Fast forward to today, Pentecost Sunday, and I recorded these vocals, and later bounced the tracks on FL 10.
The vocals are undoubtedly imperfect and need improvement. I'm also aware that I had a previous version of it, where I sang a little bit over the bridge, but this version's bridge is empty. Regardless, I'm submitting this anyway, because this Sunday holds a very special place in my heart... and this hymn is one of the most heartfelt prayers I've been able to sing.
(And if you're asking me about FL 11, NO, I haven't gotten around to renewing my key yet.)
This is a cover; composer unknown (at least I don't know who the composer is :S ).
The lyrics are the exact same as the sequence in the Sunday missal:
Holy Spirit, Lord of light,
From the clear celestial height,
Thy pure beaming radiance give
Come, Thou Father of the poor,
Come with treasures which endure,
Come, Thou light of all that live
Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul's delightful guest,
Dost refreshing peace bestow
Thou in toil art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe...
Light immortal, light divine,
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine
And our inmost being fill
If Thou take thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay:
All his good is turned to ill
Heal our wounds, our strength renew,
On our dryness, pour Thy dew,
Wash the stains of guilt away
Bend the stubborn heart and will,
Melt the frozen, warm the chill,
Guide the steps that go astray...
Thou, on us who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
With Thy sevenfold gifts, descend
Give us comfort when we die,
Give us life with Thee on high
Give us joys that never end...