Come pour thy joys on human-kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
O source of uncreated heat,
The Father’s promis’d paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, immortal fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us, while we sing.
Create all new, our wills controul,