Creator Spirit, by whose aid <br />The world's foundations first were laid, <br />Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; <br />Come, pour thy joys on human kind; <br />From sin, and sorrow set us free; <br />And make thy temples worthy Thee. <br /> <br />O, Source of uncreated Light, <br />The Father's promis'd Paraclete! <br />Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire, <br />Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire; <br />Come, and thy Sacred Unction bring <br />To sanctify us, while we sing! <br /> <br />Plenteous of grace, descend from high, <br />Rich in thy sev'n-fold energy! <br />Thou strength of his Almighty Hand, <br />Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command: <br />Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, <br />Who do'st the gift of tongues dispence, <br />And crown'st thy gift with eloquence! <br /> <br />Refine and purge our earthly parts; <br />But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts! <br />Our frailties help, our vice control; <br />Submit the senses to the soul; <br />And when rebellious they are grown, <br />Then, lay thy hand, and hold 'em down. <br /> <br />Chase from our minds th' Infernal Foe; <br />And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; <br />And, lest our feet should step astray, <br />Protect, and guide us in the way. <br /> <br />Make us Eternal Truths receive, <br />And practise, all that we believe: <br />Give us thy self, that we may see <br />The Father and the Son, by thee. <br /> <br />Immortal honour, endless fame, <br />Attend th' Almighty Father's name: <br />The Saviour Son be glorified, <br />Who for lost Man's redemption died: <br />And equal adoration be, <br />Eternal Paraclete, to thee.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/veni-creator-spiritus/
