Hearts, to whom thou life hast giv'n;
Whom the comforter we call,
Gift of God transcending all,
Living spring, fire, fervent love,
Ghostly unction from aboue:
Sev'nfold grace thou dost impart,
And Gods right hand finger art:
Thou, the fathers promise, which
Tongues with language doth enrich,
Kindle light in every sense,
Love into our hearts dispence:
Strengthen what in flesh is fraile,
With a vertue cannot faile:
Drive away our mortall foe,
Peace upon us soon bestow:
As a guide before us shine,
That all vice We may decline.
By thee may it so be done,
That we father know & Son,
And in thee believe, who dost
Flow from both, the holy Ghost.
Glorious may the father reign,
And the Son who rose again,
So the holy Paraclite,
During Ages infinite.