Come Holy Spirit, Creator blest
And in our should take up Thy rest
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
And fill the hearts which Thou hast made
To Thee, the Comforter, we cry
To Thee, the gift of God most high
The fount of life, the fire of love
The soul's anointing from above
The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thing
O finger of the hand Divine
True promise of the Father Thou
Who dost the tongue with speech endow
Thy light to every thought impart
And shed the love in every heart
Our body's poor infirmity
With strength perpetual fortify
Our mortal foe afar repel
Grant us henceforth in peace to dwell
If Thou be our preventing guide
No evil can our steps abide