Come, Holy Spirit, Creator blest,
and in our souls take up your rest;
come with Your grace and heavenly aid
to fill the hearts which You hast made.
O comforter, to You we cry,
O heavenly gift of God Most High,
O fount of life and fire of love,
and sweet anointing from above.
You in Your sevenfold gifts are known;
You, finger of God's hand we own;
You, promise of the Father, You
Who has the tongue with power imbue.
Kindle our sense from above,
and make our hearts o'erflow with love;
with patience firm and virtue high
the weakness of our flesh supply.
Far from us drive the foe we dread,
and grant us Your peace instead;
so shall we not, with You for guide,
turn from the path of life aside.
Oh, may Your grace on us bestow
the Father and the Son to know;
and You, through endless times confessed,
of both the eternal Spirit blest.
Now to the Father and the Son,
Who rose from death, be glory given,
with You, O Holy Comforter,
henceforth by all in earth and heaven. Amen.
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