Come down, Creator Spirit, find
A harbour in thy people’s mind;
With grace celestial consecrate
The heart of clay thou didst create.
Thy very name is Comforter,
The highest gift the skies confer
The flow of life, the fire, the love,
The unction poured from God above.
Thou finger stretched
from heaven’s throne
Whose touch is sevenfold benison;
Thou Promise of the Father, rich
In sudden dower of golden speech;
Infuse our soul with kind desire,
Our senses light with shining fire;
Confirm with lasting hardihood
The cowardice of flesh and blood.
Bring peaceful hourse, and banish far
All enmities that augur war.
With such a guide to go before
No hurtful thing can harm us more.
Make through thyself the Father
Reveal the person of the Son,
And grant a constant faith, to see
Their Spirit equally in thee. Amen.
(Ninth Century Latin hymn, trans. by Austin Farrer)
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