| Creator Spirit, by Whose aidThe world’s 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 Father’s promised Paraclete!
 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire,
 Our hearts with heav’nly 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 pow’r does Heav’n and earth command:
 Proceeding Spirit, our Defense,
 Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,
 And crown’st 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 th’almighty Father’s Name:
 The Savior Son be glorified,
 Who for lost man’s redemption died:
 And equal adoration be,
 Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.
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