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John Dryden - Veni, Creator Spiritus
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Creator Spirit, by whose aid
    The world`s foundations first were laid,
    Come, visit ev`ry pious 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 promis`d Paraclete!
    Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,
   Our hearts with heav`nly love inspire;
   Come, and thy Sacred Unction bring
   To sanctify us, while we sing!

      Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
   Rich in thy sev`n-fold energy!
   Thou strength of his Almighty Hand,
   Whose pow`r does heav`n and earth command:
   Proceeding Spirit, our Defence,
   Who do`st the gift of tongues dispence,
   And crown`st thy gift with eloquence!

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

      Chase from our minds th` 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 thy self, that we may see
   The Father and the Son, by thee.

      Immortal honour, endless fame,
   Attend th` 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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