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 Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry, O highest gift of most high, O Fount of life, O Fire of love, And sweet anointing from above.

Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts art known; Thee finger of hand we own; The promise of the Father Thou, Who dost the tongue with pow'r endow.

Our senses kindle from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love; With patience firm and virtue high The weakness of our flesh supply.

Drive far from us the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with Thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside.

O, may Thy grace on us bestow The Father and the Son to know, And Thee through endless times confessed Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest.