Come Spirit Blest Creator Come
from our bright heavenly throne,
take possession of our souls and make them all your own.
For you are called the Paraclete,
best gift of God above,
the living spring,
the living fire,
sweet ointment and true love.
And you are seven-fold in your grace,
finger of God’s right hand,
his promise rightly teaching us to speak and understand.
Guide our dark minds with your blest light,
with love our hearts inflame,
and with your strength which never fails,
confirm our mortal frame.
Far from us drive our deadly foe;
true peace unto us bring;
and through all perils lead us safe beneath your sacred wing.
Through you may we the Father know,
through you the eternal Son,
and you the Spirit of them both,
Thrice-blessed Three in One.
All glory to the Father be,
with his co-equal Son:
glory to you,
while endless ages run.