Come, O Creator Spirit blest!

And in our souls up Thy rest;

Come, with Thy grace and heav’nly aid,

To fill the heart which thou has made.

Great Paraclete! To thee we cry;

O highest gift of God most high!

O fount of life! O fire of love!

And sweet anointing from above!

Thou dost appear in sev’nfold dow’r

The sign of God’s almighty pow’r!

The Father’s promise, making rich

With saving truth our earthly speech.

Kindle our senses from above,

and make our hearts o’erflow with love:

With patience firm and virtue high,

The weakness of our flesh supply.

Far from us drive the foe we dread;

And grant us Thy true peace instead;

So shall we not, with thee for guide.

Turn from the path of life aside.

O may thy grace on us bestow

The Father and the Son to know,

And Thee, through endless times confessed,

Of Both th’ eternal Spirit blest.

All glory, while the ages run,

Be to the Father and the Son

Who rose from death, the same to Thee

Oh Holy Ghost eternally.     Amen.