Oh, come, Creator Spirit blest!
Within these souls of thine to rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.
Come, Holy Spirit! now descend;
Most blessed gift which God can send:
Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life!
Consume our sins, and calm our strife.
With patience firm and purpose high
The weakness of our flesh supply;
Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love.