The Hymnal ‎#282

282. Come, O Creator Spirit blest

1 Come, O Creator Spirit, blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.

2 Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry:
O highest gift of God Most High;
O Fount of life! O Fire of love!
The sweet Anointing from above!

3 The sacred sevenfold grace is Thine,
Dread Finger of the hand Divine:
The promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with power endow.

4 Our senses touch with light and fire;
Our hearts with charity inspire;
And with endurance from on high
The weakness of our flesh supply.

5 Far back our enemy repel,
And let Thy peace within us dwell;
So may we, having Thee for Guide,
Turn from each hurtful thing aside.

6 O may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And ever more to hold confessed
Thyself of each the Spirit blest.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, O Creator Spirit blest
• Translator: Rev. Edward Caswall (1849, v. 2, line 4 alt.)
• Publication Date: 1895
• Source: Latin, 10th cent.
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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