Creator Spirit, by whose aid
|Creator Spirit, by whose aid
by , translated by John Dryden
|Meter: 88 88 88|
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 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 command.
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doſt the gifts 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 'em down.
Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace the fruit of love beſtow;
And left our feet ſhould ſtep aſtray,
Protect and guide us on the way.
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practiſe all that we believe;
Give us Thyſelf, that we may fee
The Father and the Son by Thee.
Immortal honor, endleſs fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name:
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for loft man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|