Creator Spirit, By Whose Aid

Creator Spirit, by Whose aid

The 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.