Come, O come, our Gift descending,
Ev’ry gift essential love,
Pledge of life and joy unending.
Come, O Spirit, from above.
Guide me on the path of duty
Still the passions’ fretful strife,
Fill with goodness, light and beauty
Al the secret springs of life.

Paraclete from heav'n descending,
you have made yourself my own,
yet my sin your love offending
Made me homeless, sad and lone.
Look upon me poor and stricken,
Full of dread and sudden fears,
Come, creator, spirit, quicken
You the fountain of Sweet tears.