Creator Spirit, by Whose Aid

Creator Spir­it

by whose aid

The world’s foun­da­tions first were laid

Come

vis­it ev­ery wait­ing mind;

Come

pour Thy joys on hu­man kind;

From sin

and sor­row set us free;

And make Thy tem­ples wor­thy Thee.

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

Thou strength of His al­migh­ty hand

Whose pow­er does Heav’n and earth com­mand:

Proceeding Spir­it

our de­fense

Who dost the gift of tongues dis­pense

And crown 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.

Create all new; our wills con­trol

Subdue the re­bel in our soul;

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.