Earth’s mighty Maker, whose command

Raised from the sea, the solid land;

And drove each billowy heap away,

And bade the earth stand firm for aye;

That so the soil might herbage yield,

And blossoms fair to deck the field,

And golden fruit and harvest bear,

And pleasant food for man prepare.

Our spirit’s rankling wounds efface

With dewy freshness of they grace:

That grief may cleanse each deed of ill,

And o’er each lust may triumph still.

Let every soul thy law obey

And keep from every evil way:

Rejoice each promised good to win,

And flee from every mortal sin.

O Father, that we ask be done

Through Jesus Christ, thine only son,

Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee,

Shall live and reign eternally. Amen.