Creator Spirit, by whose aid
1 Creator Spirit, by whose aid
The worldís foundations first were laid,
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.
2 O source of uncreated light,
The Fatherís 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!
3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Thou strength of His almighty hand,
Whose power does Heavín and earth command:
Proceeding Spirit, our defense,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown Thy gift with eloquence!
4 Immortal honor, endless fame,
Attend the almighty Fatherís name:
The Savior Son be glorified,
Who for lost manís redemption died:
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.