Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come
From thy bright heavenly throne;
Come, take possession of our souls
And make them all thine 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 never decays
Confirm our mortal frame
Far from us drive our deadly 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 the eternal Son
And thee the Spirit of them both
Thrice-blessed three in One
All glory to the Father be
With his coequal Son;
The same to thee, great Paraclete
While endless ages run
Amen
Veni, Creator Spiritus (English Translation) was written by Rabanus Maurus.
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