VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, Paraphrafed. REATOR fpirit, by whofe aid were The world's foundations first were laid, Come vifit ev'ry pious mind; Come pour thy joys on human kind; From fin and forrow fet us free, And make thy temples worthy thee, Plenteous of grace, defcend from high, Rich in thy fev'nfold energy! Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand, Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command. Proceeding fpirit, our defence, Who do'ft the gifts of tongues difpenfe, And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold 'em down. Chace from our minds th' infernal foe, And practise all that we believe: Eternal Paraclete, to thee. END of VOL. I. |