Creator Spirit, all Divine,
Come visit ev’ry soul of thine;
And fill with thy celestial flame,
The hearts which thou thyself did frame.

O gift of God, thine is the sweet
Consoling name of Paraclete;
And spring of life and fire of love And
unction flowing from above.

The mystic sev'n-fold gifts are thine,
Finger of God's right hand divine
The Father's promise sent to teach
The tongue a rich and heav'nly speech.

Kindle with fire brought from above
Each sense and fill our hearts with love;
And grant our flesh, so weak and trail,
The strength of thine which cannot fail.

Drive far away our deadly foe,
And grant us thy true peace to know:
So we, led by thy guidance still,
May safely pass through ev'ry ill.

To us, through thee, the grace be shown
To know the Father and the Son;
And Spirit of them both, may we
Forever rest our faith in thee.

To Sire and Son be praises meet,
And to the Holy Paraclete
And may Christ send us from above
That Holy Spirit's gift of love.
Amen.