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OME, Holy  Ghost,  Creator, come, From Thy  bright,  heavenly throne; Come, take  possession  of our  souls. And make  them  all  Thine own. Thou Who  art  called  the Paraclete, Best gift  of  God  above; The living  spring,  the  living fire. Sweet unction  and  true love. Thou Who  art  sevenfold in Thy  grace, Finger of  God's  right  hand, His    promise,  teaching little ones To speak  and  understand. Oh ! guide our  minds  with Thy blest  light. With love  our  hearts  inflame; And with  Thy  strength, which ne'er  decays, Confirm our  mortal  frame.