John Michael Talbot
come holy spirit veni sancti spiritus
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light,
From the clear celestial height,
Thy pure beaming radiance give.
Come, Thou father of the poor,
Come, with treasure to endure,
Come, Thou light of all that live.
Light immortal, light divine,
Visit now, these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill:
For without Thy grace, all turns to ill.
Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
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 our steps when we go astray:
Light immortal, light divine,
Visit now, these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill:
For without Thy grace, all turns to ill
- :
- Cave of the Heart
- Miscellaneous
- The Ultimate Collection
- Master Collection, Vol. 1
- The Master Musician
- The Troubadour Years
- Simple Heart
- City of God
- Brother to Brother
- The Beautiful City
- Troubadour for the Lord
- Worship and Bow Down
- Come Worship the Lord, Volume 1
- Come Worship the Lord, Vol. 1
- For the Bride
- Master Collection, Volume 1: The Quiet Side
- History Makers: The Best of Praise and Worship, Volume 1:...
- Signatures
- Songs for Worship, Volumes I and II
- Songs for Worship, Vol. 1 & 2