Creator Spirit, By Whose Aid

Creator Spirit, by Whose aid The worlds foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious 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 Fathers promised Paraclete! Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavnly 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 powr does Heavn and earth command: Proceeding Spirit, our Defense, Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, And crownst 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 thalmighty Fathers Name: The Savior Son be glorified, Who for lost mans redemption died: And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.