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-2/
