COME,
O Creator Spirit
blest,
And in our souls take
up Thy rest,
Come with Thy grace
and Heavenly aid,
And fill the hearts
which Thou hast made.
Great
Paraclete! To
Thee we cry,
O highest gift of God
most high!
Ofount of life! O fire
of love!
Abd sweet anointing
from above.
Thou
in Thy sevenfold
gifts art known,
The finger of God's
hand we own;
The promise of the
Father, Thou!
Who dost the tongue
with power endow.
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.
Oh, may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And Thee through endless times confessed
Of both the Eternal Spirit blest.