Creator Spirit by whose aid

o, source of uncreated light,

the father’s promised 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’nfold energy!

thou strength of his almighty hand,

whose pow’r does heav’n and earth command:

proceeding spirit, our defense,

who dost the gift of tongues dispense,

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 them 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 practice, all that we believe:

give us thyself, that we may see

the father and the son, by thee.

immortal honor, endless fame,

attend th’almighty father’s name:

the savior son be glorified,

who for lost man’s redemption died:

and equal adoration be,

eternal paraclete, to thee.