Come, O Creator Spirit blest, And in our souls take up Thy rest; Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. Great Comforter, to Thee we cry; O highest gift of God most high, O Fount of life, O Fire of love, And sweet anointing from above! Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o???erflow with love; With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with Thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside.