Come, O Creator Spirit Blest

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.

Great Comforter, to Thee we cry;

O highest gift of God most high,

O Fount of life, O Fire of love,

And sweet anointing from above!

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.

Kindle our senses from above,

And make our hearts o'erflow with love;

With patience firm, and virtue high,

The weakness of our flesh supply.

Far from us drive the foe we dread,

And grant us Thy true peace instead;

So shall we not, with Thee for guide,

Turn from the path of life aside.

O may Thy grace on us bestow

The Father and the Son to know,

And evermore to hold confessed

Thyself of each the Spirit blest.