Veni Creator

Come, O Creator Spirit blest!

And in our souls take up Thy rest;

Come, with Thy 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 love!

And sweet Anointing from above!

Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known;

Thee Finger of God's hannd we own;

The promise of the Father thou!

Who dost the tounge with pow'r endow.

Kindle our senses 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 Thy true peace instead;

So shall we not, with Thee for guide,

Turn from the path of life aside.

Oh, may Thy grace on us bestow,

The Father and the Son to know;

And Thee through endless times confess'd

Of both th' eternal Spirit blest.

All glory while the ages run

Be to the Father and the Son

Who rose from death; the same to Thee,

O Holy Ghost eternally.