From thy bright heav'nly throne,
Come take possession of our souls,
And make them all thy own.
Thou who art called the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above,
The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.
Thou who art sevenfold in thy grace,
Finger of God's right hand
His promise teaching little ones
To speak and understand.
O guide our minds with thy blessed light,
With love our hearts inflame;
And with thy strength, which never decays
Confirm our mortal frame.
Far from us drive our deadly foe;
True peace unto us bring;
And through all perils lead us safe
Beneath thy sacred wing.
Through thee may we the Father know,
Through thee the eternal Son,
And thee, the Spirit of them both,
Thrice-blessed Three in One.
All glory to the Father be,
With his coequal Son;
The same to thee, great Paraclete,
While endless ages run.
Amen.
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Come Holy Ghost, Creator, come from your bright heav'nly home,
Come, take possession of our souls and make them all your own.
For you are called the Paraclete, best gift of God above,
The living spring, the living fire, sweet unction and true love.
And you are sev'nfold in your grace, finger of God's right hand,
Whose promise teaches little ones to speak and understand.
O guide our minds with your blest light, with love our hearts inflame,
And with your strength, which ne'er decays, confirm our mortal frame.
Far from us drive our deadly foe; true peace unto us bring;
And through all perils lead us safe beneath your sacred wing.
Through you may we the Father know, through you the eternal Son,
And you the Spirit of them both, thrice blessed Three in One.
All glory to the Father be, all glory to the Son;
All glory to the Paraclete, while endless ages run.
Amen.
Rabanus Maurus