Come, O Creator, Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up thy rest,
come thou with grace and heav’nly aid
to fill the hearts which thou hast made.

Great Paraclete, to thee we cry,
O highest gift of God most high.
O fount of life, O Fire of Life
And solenmn Unction from above.

The sacred sev'n-fold grace is thine,
Dread finger of the hand divine,
the promise or the Father, thou
Who dost the tongue with pow’r endow.

Our senses touch with light and fire,
Our hearts with charity inspire,
With firm endurance from on high,
The weakness of our flesh supply.

Our enemy malign repel,
and let thy peace within us dwell;
So may we, having thee for guide,
From all things hurtful turn aside.

O by thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And evermore to hold confessed
Thyself, of each the Spirit blest.

To God the Father praise be paid,
And to the Son who from the dead
Arose, and perfect praise to thee,
O Holy Ghost eternally,