COME, CREATOR SPIRIT

Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come
From thy bright heavenly throne,
Come, take possession of our souls
And make them all thy own.

Thou who are called the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above.
The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.

Thou who art sevenfold in they grace,
Finger of God's right hand;
His promise, teaching little ones
To apeak and understand.

O guide our minds with thy blest light,
With love our hearts inflame;
And with thy strength, which ne'er decays,
Confirm our mortal frame.

Far from us drive our deadly foe:
True peace unto us bring;
And from all perils lead us safe
Beneath thy sacred wing.

Through thee may we the Father know,
Through thee th'eternal Son,
And thee the Spirit of them both,
Thrice-blessed Three in One.

All glory to the Father be,
With his co-equal Son:
The same to thee, great Paraclete,
While endless ages run.
(Attributed to Rabanus Maurus. 766-856)

or: VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS

Veni, creator Spiritus,
mentes tuorum visita,
imple superna gratia,
quae tu creasti, pectora.

Qui diceris Paraclitus,
donum Dei altissimi,
fons vivus, ignis, caritas
et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere,
dextrae Dei tu digitus,
tu rite promissum Patris
sermone ditans gutura.

Accende lumen sensibus,
infunde amorem cordibus,
infirma nostri corporis,
virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius
pacemque dones protinus;
doctore sic te praevio
vitemus omne noxium.

Per te sciamus da Patrem
noscamus atque Filium,
te utriusque Spiritum
credamus omni tempore. Amen.