Come, Holy Spirit our souls inspire,
lighten our souls with celestial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit are,
who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Enable with perpetual light
the dullness of our blinded sight.
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
with the abundance of thy grace.
Keep far our foes, give peace at home.
Where thou art the guide, no ill can come.
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
and thee of both to be but One,
that through the ages all along,
this may be our endless song:
Praise to thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Text: Rabanus Marus, 9th cent.; tr. by John
Cosin, 1627, alt.