A HYMN FOR WHITSUNDAY
1 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart:
2 Thy blessèd unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire oflove;
Enable with perpetual light
The dullness of our blinded sight:
3 Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where thou art guide no ill can come.
4 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And thee, of both, to be but One;
That through the ages all along
This may be our endless song,
5 Praise to thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
By Rabanus Maurus, 8th-9th cent.; translated by John Cosin, 1627
And lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart:
2 Thy blessèd unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire oflove;
Enable with perpetual light
The dullness of our blinded sight:
3 Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where thou art guide no ill can come.
4 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And thee, of both, to be but One;
That through the ages all along
This may be our endless song,
5 Praise to thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
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