Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, Come

Come

Holy Ghost

Cre­at­or

come

From Thy bright heav’n­ly 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 ne’er 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 th’eter­nal Son

And Thee the Spir­it of them both

Thrice-bless­èd Three in One.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be

With His co-eq­ual Son:

The same to Thee

great Pa­ra­clete

While end­less ag­es run.