Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,

Vouchsafe within our souls to rest;

Come with thy grace and heavenly aid,

And fill the hearts which thou hast made.

To thee, the Comforter, we cry;

To thee, the gift of God most high;

The Fount of Life, the fire of love,

The soul's anointing from above.

The sacred, sevenfold grace is thine,

Dread Finger of the Hand divine:

The promise of the Father thou!

Who dost the tongue with power endow.

Thy light to every sense impart,

And shed thy love in every heart;

Thine own unfailing might supply

To strengthen our infirmity.

Drive far away our ghostly foe,

And thine abiding peace bestow;

If thou be our preventing guide,

No evil can our steps betide.

Amen.