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 Far from  us  drive  our hellish foe, True peace  unto  us  bring; And  through   all  perils lead us  safe Beneath Thy  sacred  wing.

Through Thee  may  we  the Father know, Through Thee,  th'  eternal Son, And Thee,  the  Spirit  of them  both  — Thrice-blessed  Three  in one.

All glory  to  the  Father  be, And to  His  risen  Son, The like  to  Thee,  great Paraclete. While endless  ages  run.

Amen.

OLY Spirit! Lord of light! From Thy  clear  celestial height, Thy pure,  beaming  radiance give: Come, Thou  Father  of  the poor! Come,    with  treasures which  endure! Come, Thou  light  of  all that  live!