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,
All 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.