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REATOR Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,

Come, visit every humble mind;
Come, pour Thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make Thy temples worthy Thee.

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.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in Thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of His Almighty hand,
Whose power doth heaven and earth command;
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doth the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown'st thy gift with eloquence.

Refine and purge our earthly parts ;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our wills control,
Submit the senses to the soul ;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay Thy hand, and hold them down.

Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe ·
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name ;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died :
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

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How are thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide ;

Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care, Through burning climes I passed unhurt,

And breathed untainted air.

Thy mercy sweetened every soil,

Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,

And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou sawest the wide extended deep

In all its horrors rise !

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy set me free;
While, in the confidence of prayer,

My soul took hold on Thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,
I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retired,

Obedient to Thy will;
The sea, that roared at Thy command,

At Thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,

And humbly hupe for more.

My life, if Thou preservest my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to Thee.

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