2 Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; To sanctify us while we sing. The Father's promised Paraclete! And make us temples worthy Thee. Subdue the senses to the soul; Then lay Thy hand and hold them down. And peace, the fruit of love bestow; Protect and guide us on our way. And practise all that we believe; Old Latin Hymn. Tr. Anonymous 208 VENI CREATOR L. M. JOHN B. DYKES 3 =76)Come, Ho-ly Ghost, our souls in - spire, And light-en with ce les - tial fire: Thou, the a- noint-ing Spir - it art, Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts im-part. (d=86) Spir - it di -vine, at - tend our pray'rs, And make this house Thy home; 8: De-scend with all Thy gra-cious pow'rs, Oh, come,great Spir - it, come! A-men. 2 See, how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Fond of these earthly toys; In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. With all Thy quickening powers; Isaac WATTS |