Creator Spirit; by whose aid
The world’s foundations first were
Come visit every waiting 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 heat,
The Father’s promised Paraclete,
Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire:
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy;
Thou strength of his almighty hand
Whose power does heaven and earth
Refine and purge our earthly parts,
And stamp thine image on our hearts.
Immortal honours, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father’s name;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man’s redemption died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Comforter, to thee