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Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, From thy bright heav’nly throne, Come take possession of our souls, And make them all thy own. Thou who art called the Paraclete, Best gift of God above, The living spring, the living fire, Sweet unction and true love. Thou who art sevenfold in thy grace, Finger of God’s right hand His promise teaching little ones To speak an understand. O guide our minds with thy blessed light, With love our hearts inflame; And with thy strength, which never decays Confirm our mortal frame. Far from us drive our deadly foe; True peace unto us bring; And through all perils lead us safe Beneath thy sacred wing. Through thee may we the Father know, Through thee the eternal Son, And thee, the Spirit of them both, Thrice-blessed Three in One. All glory to the Father be, With his coequal Son; The same to thee, great Paraclete, While endless ages run. Amen.

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