Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come
from thy bright heavenly throne;
come, take possession of our souls,
and make them all thy own.
Thou who art called the Paraclete,
best gift of God above,
the living spring, the living fire,
sweet unction and true love.
Thou who art sevenfold in thy grace,
finger of God's right hand;
his promise, teaching little ones
to speak and understand.
O guide our minds with thy blest light,
with love our hearts inflame;
and with thy strength, which ne'er decays,
confirm our mortal frame.
Far from us drive our hellish foe;
true peace unto us bring;
and through all perils lead us safe
beneath thy sacred wing.
Through thee may we the Father know,
through thee th'eternal Son,
And thee the Spirit of them both,
thrice blessed three in One.
All glory to the Father be,
with his co-equal Son; the like to thee, great Paraclete,
while endless ages run.