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xviii. Hymn for Whitsunday.
Creator, Holy Ghost, descend,
Visit our Minds with thy bright Flame,
And thy celestial Grace extend,
To fill the Hearts which Thou didst frame:
Visit our Minds with thy bright Flame,
And thy celestial Grace extend,
To fill the Hearts which Thou didst frame:
Who Paraclete art said to be,
Gift which the highest God bestows,
Fountain of Life, Fire, Charity,
Oyntment whence Ghostly Blessing flows.
Gift which the highest God bestows,
Fountain of Life, Fire, Charity,
Oyntment whence Ghostly Blessing flows.
Thy seven-fold Grace Thou down dost send,
Of God's right Hand Thou finger art,
Thou by the Father promised
Unto our Mouths dost Speech impart.
Of God's right Hand Thou finger art,
Thou by the Father promised
Unto our Mouths dost Speech impart.
In our dull Senses kindle Light;
Infuse thy Love into our Hearts,
Reforming with perpetual Light
Th' Infirmities of fleshly Parts.
Infuse thy Love into our Hearts,
Reforming with perpetual Light
Th' Infirmities of fleshly Parts.
Far from our Dwelling drive our Foe,
And quickly Peace unto us bring;
Be thou our Guide, before to go,
That we may shun each hurtful Thing.
And quickly Peace unto us bring;
Be thou our Guide, before to go,
That we may shun each hurtful Thing.
Be pleased to instruct our Mind,
To know the Father and the Son,
The Spirit who them both dost bind,
Let us believe while Ages run.
To know the Father and the Son,
The Spirit who them both dost bind,
Let us believe while Ages run.
To God the Father Glory great,
And to the Son who from the dead
Arose, and to the Paraclete,
Beyond all Time imagined.
And to the Son who from the dead
Arose, and to the Paraclete,
Beyond all Time imagined.
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