Come, Holy Ghost, Our Souls Inspire

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,
this may be our endless song:

Praise to thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Attributed to Rhabanus Maurus, 8th-9th century; translated by John Cosin, 1627.