Creator Spirit all Divine, come visit every soul of Thine.
And fill with Thy Celestial Flame the hearts which Thou Thyself did frame.
O Gift of God, Thine is the Sweet consoling name of Paraclete.
And spring of life and fire of love, and unction flowing from above.
The mystic seven-fold gifts are Thine, finger of God's Right Hand Divine.
The Father's Promise sent to teach, the tongue a rich and heavenly speech.
Kindle with fire brought from above each sense, and fill our hearts with love,
And grant our flesh so weak and frail, the strength of Thine which cannot fail.
Drive far away our deadly foe, and grant us Thy true peace to know,
So we, led by Thy Guidance still, may safely pass through every ill.
To us, through Thee, the grace be shown, To know the father and the Son,
And Spirit of Them Both, may we forever rest our Faith in Thee.
To Sire and Son be praises meet, and to the Holy Paraclete.
And may Christ send us from above, that Holy Spirit's gift of love.