| Veni, creator Spiritus, mentes tuorum visita, imple superna gratia, quae tu creasti pectora. Qui diceris Paraclitus, altissimi donum Dei, fons vivus, ignis, caritas, et spiritalis unctio. Tu, septiformis munere, digitus paternae dexterae, Tu rite promissum Patris, sermone ditans guttura. Accende lumen sensibus, infunde amorem cordibus, infirma nostri corporis virtute firmans perpeti. Hostem repellas longius pacemque dones protinus; ductore sic te praevio vitemus omne noxium. Per te sciamus da Patrem, noscamus atque Filium; Teque utriusque Spiritum credamus omni tempore. Deo Patri sit gloria, et Filio, qui a mortuis surrexit, ac Paraclito, in saeculorum saecula. Amen. |
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. Now to the Father and the Son, Who rose from death, be glory given, with Thou, O Holy Comforter, henceforth by all in earth and heaven. Amen. |
Rabanus Maurus
English version: Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, Come