Veni, Creator Spiritus

Creator Spirit, by whose aid
   The world's foundations first were laid,
   Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;
   Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
   From sin, and sorrow set us free;
   And make thy temples worthy Thee.

      O, Source of uncreated Light,
   The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
   Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,
  Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;
  Come, and thy Sacred Unction bring
  To sanctify us, while we sing!

     Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
  Rich in thy sev'n-fold energy!
  Thou strength of his Almighty Hand,
  Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command:
  Proceeding Spirit, our Defence,
  Who do'st the gift of tongues dispence,
  And crown'st thy gift with eloquence!

     Refine and purge our earthly parts;
  But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
  Our frailties help, our vice control;
  Submit the senses to the soul;
  And when rebellious they are grown,
  Then, lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.

     Chase from our minds th' Infernal Foe;
  And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
  And, lest our feet should step astray,
  Protect, and guide us in the way.

     Make us Eternal Truths receive,
  And practise, all that we believe:
  Give us thy self, that we may see
  The Father and the Son, by thee.

     Immortal honour, endless fame,
  Attend th' Almighty Father's name:
  The Saviour Son be glorified,
  Who for lost Man's redemption died:
  And equal adoration be,
  Eternal Paraclete, to thee.