Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Hymn

Hymn.
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the appointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.

Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love;
Illumine with perpetual light
The darkness of our blinded sight.

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.

Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but one;
That, through the ages all along,
This still may be our endless song:
  Praise to Thy eternal merit,
  Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.