1 Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world’s foundations first were laid, Come, visit every waiting mind; Come, pour Thy joys on human kind; From sin, and sorrow set us free; And make Thy temples worthy Thee. 2 O source of uncreated light, The Father’s promised Paraclete! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing! 3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Thou strength of His almighty hand, Whose power does Heav’n and earth command: Proceeding Spirit, our defense, Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, And crown Thy gift with eloquence! 4 Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the almighty Father’s name: The Savior Son be glorified, Who for lost man’s redemption died: And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.