Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest, Vouchsafe within our souls to rest; Come with Thy grace and heav???nly aid, And fill the hearts which Thou hast made. To Thee, the Comforter, we cry; To Thee, the Gift of God most high; The Fount of life, the Fire of love, The soul???s Anointing from above. The sev???nfold gifts of grace are Thine; O Finger of the Hand Divine; True Promise of the Father Thou, Who dost the tongue with speech endow. Thy light to every sense impart, And shed Thy love in every heart; Thy own unfailing might supply To strength our infirmity.