O King enthroned on high,
thou Comforter divine,
blest Spirit of all truth, be nigh
and make us thine.

Thou art the source of life,
thou art our treasure-store;
give us thy peace, and end our strife
for evermore.

Descend, O heavenly Dove,
abide with us alway;
and in the fulness of thy love
cleanse us, we pray.


Greek (c. 8th Century)
tr. J. Brownlie (1857-1925)