Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come,
From your bright heav’nly throne,
Come take possession of our souls,
And make them all your own.

You who art called the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above,
The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.

You who art sevenfold in your grace,
Finger of God’s right hand
His promise teaching little ones
To speak and understand.

O guide our minds with thy blessed light,
With love our hearts inflame;
And with thy strength, which never decays
Confirm our mortal frame.

Far from us drive our deadly foe;
True peace unto us bring;
And through all perils lead us safe
Beneath your sacred wings.

Through you we may the Father know,
Through you the eternal Son,
And you, the Spirit of them both,
Thrice-blessed Three in One.

All glory to the Father be,
With his co-equal Son;
The same to you, the Paraclete,
While endless ages run.