Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,

Vouchsafe within our souls to rest;
Come with thy grace and heavenly aid,
And fill the hearts which thou hast made.

To thee, the Comforter, we cry;
To thee, the gift of God most high;
The Fount of Life, the fire of love,
The soul's 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.

Thy light to every sense impart,
And shed thy love in every heart;
Thine own unfailing might supply

To strengthen our infirmity.

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Drive far away our ghostly foe,
And thine abiding peace bestow;
If thou be our preventing guide,
No evil can our steps betide.

Amen.