Come, Creator Spirit

Come, Holy Spirit, Creator blest, and in our souls take up thy rest. Come with thy grace and heavenly aid to fill the hearts which thou hast made.

O Comforter, to thee we cry, O heavenly gift of God most high, O fount of life and fire of love, and sweet anointing from above. Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known; the finger of God’s hand we own; the promise of the Father thou, who dost the tongue with fire endow.

Kindle our senses from above, and make our hearts overflow 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.