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						Veni Creator Spiritus,
						Mentes tuorum visita,
 Imple superna gratia,
 Quæ tu creasti pectora
						Qui diceris Paraclitus,
						Altissimi donum Dei,
 Fons vivus, ignis, caritas,
 Et spiritalis unctio.
						Tu septiformis munere,
						Digitus Paternæ dexteræ,
 Tu rite promissum Patris,
 Sermone ditans guttura.
						Accende lumen sensibus,
						Infunde amorem cordibus
 Infirma nostri corporis
 Virtute firmans perpeti.
						Hostem repellas longius,
						Pacemque dones protinus;
 Ductore sic te prævio,
 Vitemus omne noxium.
						Per te sciamus da Patrem,
						Noscamus atque Fillium,
 Teque utriusque Spiritum
 Credamus omni tempore.
						Deo Patri sit gloria,
						Et Fillo, qui a mortuis
 Surrexit, ac Paraclito,
 In sæculorum sæcula.
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						Creator-Spirit, all-Divine,
						Come, visit every soul of Thine,
 And fill with Thy celestial flame
 The hearts which Thou Thyself didst frame.
						O gift of God, Thine is the sweet
						Consoling name of Paraclete
 And spring of life and fire and love
 And unction flowing from above.
						The mystic sevenfold gifts are Thine,
						Finger of Gods right hand divine;
 The Fathers promise sent to teach
 The tongue a rich and heavenly speech.
						Kindle with fire brought from above
						Each sense, and fill our hearts with love;
 And grant our flesh, so weak and frail,
 The strength of Thine which cannot fail.
						Drive far away our deadly foe,
						And grant us Thy true peace to know;
 So we, led by Thy guidance still,
 May safely pass through every ill.
						To us, through Thee, the grace be shown
						To know the Father and the Son;
 And Spirit of Them both, may we
 Forever rest our faith in Thee.
						To Sire and Son be praises meet,
						And to the Holy Paraclete;
 And may Christ send us from above
 That Holy Spirits gift of love.
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