  Veni, Creator Spiritus.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; The finger of God's hand we own; The promise of the Father Thou, Who dost the tongue with pow'r endow. Our senses kindle from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love; With patience firm and virtue high The weakness of our flesh supply. Drive far from us 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. Oh, 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 Who rose from death; the same to Thee, O Holy Ghost, eternally! Amen. Come, Holy Ghost.Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams, Which sweetly flow in silent streams From Thy bright throne above. Come, Thou, the Father of the poor, Thou bounteous source of all our store; Come, fire our hearts with love. Come, Thou, of comforters the best, Come, Thou, the soul's delightful guest, The pilgrim's sweet relief. Thou art our rest in toil and sweat, Refreshment in excessive heat, And solace in our grief. O sacred Light, shoot home Thy darts, Oh, pierce the centre of these hearts, Whose faith aspires to Thee. [pg 360]Without Thy Godhead nothing can Have any price or worth in man; Nothing can harmless be. Lord, wash our sinful stains away, Water from heaven our barren clay; Our wounds and bruises heal. To Thy sweet yoke our stiff necks bend, To inflame our cold hearts Thy fire send; Our wandering feet repel. Oh, grant Thy faithful, dearest Lord, Whose only hope is Thy sure word; The seven gifts of Thy Spirit. Grant us in life to obey Thy grace, Grant us in death to see Thy face; And endless joys inherit. Amen. |
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