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Anonymous (Latin, 10th cent.); tr. John Cosin, 1627·Patristic
Verse 1
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart:
Verse 2
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight:
Verse 3
Anoint and cheer our soilèd face
With the abundance of Thy grace.
Keep far our foes, give peace at home:
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come.
Verse 4
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but One:
That through the ages all along
This may be our endless song;
Verse 5
Praise to Thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 269 · L.M. · Veni Creator
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Anonymous (Latin, 13th cent.); tr. Ray Palmer, 1858·Patristic
Verse 1
Come, Holy Ghost, in love
Shed on us from above
Thine own bright ray:
Divinely good Thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart:
O come to-day.
Verse 2
Come, tenderest Friend and best,
Our most delightful Guest,
With soothing power:
Rest, which the weary know;
Shade, ‘mid the noontide glow;
Peace, when deep griefs o’erflow,—
Cheer us this hour.
Verse 3
Come, Light serene, and still
Our inmost bosoms fill:
Dwell in each breast:
We know no dawn but Thine:
Send forth Thy beams Divine
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest.
Verse 4
Exalt our low desires;
Extinguish passion’s fires;
Heal every wound:
Our stubborn spirits bend,
Our icy coldness end,
Our devious steps attend,
While heavenward bound.
Verse 5
Come, all the faithful bless:
Let all who Christ confess
His praise employ:
Give virtue’s rich reward;
Victorious death accord,
And, with our glorious Lord,
Eternal joy.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 280 · 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. · Braun
Anonymous (Latin, 10th cent.); tr. Edward Caswall, 1849·Patristic
Verse 1
Come, O Creator Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
Verse 2
Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry:
O highest gift of God Most High!
O Fount of life! O Fire of love!
And sweet Anointing from above!
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
Our senses touch with light and fire;
Our hearts with charity inspire;
And with endurance from on high
The weakness of our flesh supply.
Verse 5
Far back our enemy repel,
And let Thy peace within us dwell;
So may we, having Thee for Guide,
Turn from each hurtful thing aside.
Verse 6
O may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And evermore to hold confessed
Thyself of each the Spirit blest.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 282 · L.M. · Guildhall
Anonymous (Latin, 13th cent.); tr. Edward Caswall, 1849·Patristic
Verse 1
Holy Spirit, Lord of light,
From Thy clear celestial height
Thy pure beaming radiance give.
Verse 2
Come, Thou Father of the poor,
Come with treasures which endure;
Come, Thou Light of all that live.
Verse 3
Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul’s delightsome Guest,
Dost refreshing peace bestow.
Verse 4
Thou in toil art comfort sweet;
Pleasant coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
Verse 5
Light immortal, Light Divine,
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill.
Verse 6
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.
Verse 7
Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away.
Verse 8
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
Verse 9
Thou, on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend:
Verse 10
Give them comfort when they die,
Give them life with Thee on high,
Give them joys that never end.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 283 · 7.7.7. · St. Philip