Scripture Verse

If anyone says to this mountain, Go, throw yourself into the sea, and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him. Mark 11:23


Henry Carey (1687–1743)

Words: At­trib­ut­ed var­ious­ly to Char­le­magne, Am­brose of Mi­lan, Gre­go­ry I, & Rha­ba­nus Mau­rus (Ve­ni Cre­at­or Spi­rit­us, Men­tes tu­or­um vi­si­ta). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John Dry­den, Mis­cel­la­ne­ous Po­ems 1693.

Music: Car­ey’s Sur­rey Hen­ry Car­ey, 1723. Har­mo­ny from The Eng­lish Hym­nal (Lon­don: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1906), num­ber 491 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John Dryden (1631–1700)


Creator Spi­rit, by whose aid
The world’s foun­da­tions first were laid,
Come, vi­sit ev­ery wait­ing mind;
Come, pour Thy joys on hu­man kind;
From sin, and sor­row set us free;
And make Thy tem­ples wor­thy Thee.

O source of un­cre­at­ed light,
The Fa­ther’s pro­mised Pa­ra­clete!
Thrice ho­ly fount, thrice ho­ly fire,
Our hearts with heav’n­ly love in­spire;
Come, and Thy sac­red unc­tion bring
To sanc­ti­fy us while we sing!

Plenteous of grace, des­cend from high,
Thou strength of His al­migh­ty hand,
Whose pow­er does Heav’n and earth com­mand:
Proceeding Spi­rit, our de­fense,
Who dost the gift of tongues dis­pense,
And crown Thy gift with elo­quence!

Refine and purge our earth­ly parts;
But, oh, in­flame and fire our hearts!
Our frail­ties help, our vice con­trol;
Submit the sens­es to the soul;
And when re­bel­lious they are grown,
Then, lay Thy hand, and hold them down.

Create all new; our wills con­trol,
Subdue the re­bel in our soul;
Make us eter­nal truths re­ceive,
And prac­tice all that we be­lieve;
Give us Thy­self, that we may see
The Fa­ther and the Son by Thee.

Immortal hon­or, end­less fame,
Attend th’al­migh­ty Fa­ther’s name:
The Sav­ior Son be glo­ri­fied,
Who for lost man’s re­demp­tion died:
And eq­ual ado­ra­tion be,
Eternal Pa­ra­clete, to Thee.