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Again the slowly circling year
Brings round the blessed hour,
When on the Church the Comforter
Came down in grace and pow'r.
God of all grace, to Thee we pray,
To Thee adoring bend;
Into our hearts this sacred day
Thy Spirit's fulness send.
Thou Who in ages past didst pour
Thy graces from above,
Thy grace in us, where lost, restore
And kindle peace and love.
All glory to the Father be,
And praise unto the Son,
Glory, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.