John Brownlie (trans.) · 34 of 81
O God, the Holy Ghost
I O God, the , Thou Lord of light appear, And, as of old, at Pentecost, Come to us, waiting here; And let the darkness that enshrouds, Pass from our souls like passing clouds.
II O God, the — The choicest gifts are Thine; Grant us the we covet most, And virtues most divine; And with Thy purifying fire, Consume, we pray, our vain desire.
III O God, the , With strength our weakness brace, That e’en the threatenings of a host We may with courage face; And put satanic power to flight, That bears upon our souls with might.
IV O God, the , Our soul’s enduring Friend, For all the gifts of Pentecost Our grateful songs ascend;— Thee, with the Father, and the Son We worship, glorious Three in One.