from your bright heavenly throne,
come take possession of our souls,
and make them all your own.
You who are called the Paraclete,
best gift of God above,
the living spring, the vital fire,
sweet christening and true love.
You who are sevenfold in your grace,
finger of God's right hand,
his promise, teaching little ones
to speak and understand.
O guide our minds with your blest light,
with love our hearts inflame,
and with your strength, which never decays,
confirm our mortal frame.
Far from us drive our deadly foe,
true peace unto us bring;
and through all perils lead us safe
beaneath our sacred wing.
Through you may we the Father know,
through you the enternal Son,
and you the spirit of them both,
thrice-blessed Three in one.
All glory to the Father be,
with his co-equal Son;
the same to you, great Paraclete,
while endless ages run.
Amen.
Source: Mystics & Miracles
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