Come, Creator Spirit

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 Paraclete! to Thee we cry: O highest gift of God most high! O fount of life! O fire of love! And sweet Anointing from above! Thou in thy sevenfold gifts art known! Thee, Finger of God’s hand, we own; The promise of the Father Thou! Who dost the tongue with pow’r 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 Thee, through endless times confess’d, Of Both th’ eternal Spirit blest. All glory, while the ages run, Be to the Father and the Son, The same, O Holy Ghost, to Thee, Now and through all eternity. Amen.

Veni, creátor Spíritus, mentes tuórum vísita, imple supérna grátia, quæ tu creásti péctora. Qui díceris Paráclitus, altíssimi donum Dei, fons vivus, ignis, cáritas, et spiritális únctio. Tu septifórmis múnere, dígitus patérnæ déxteræ, tu rite promíssum Patris, sermóne ditans gúttura. Accénde lumen sénsibus, infúnde amórem córdibus, infírma nostri córporis virtúte firmans pérpeti. Hostem repéllas lóngius pacémque dones prótinus; ductóre sic te prævio vitémus omne nóxium. Per Te sciámus da Patrem noscámus atque Fílium, teque utriúsque Spíritum credámus omni témpore. Deo Patri sit glória, et Fílio, qui a mórtuis surréxit, ac Paráclito, in sæculórum sæcula. Amen.