Thou
spakest,
Lord,
and into
one
The
floods
together
flowed;
Freed
from its
watery
veil,
the land
Its
verdant
pastures
showed.
O
Father,
Who the
earth
has
given
Our
place of
toil to
be,
Knit all
within
its one
wide
bound
In one
true
charity.
Strangers
and
pilgrims
here
below,
We seek
a home
above,
Where
Thou
wilt
gather
in Thine
own
Who live
in holy
love.
Unloving
words,
with
deeds of
ill
And
words of
angry
strife,
Shall
never,
Lord,
Thy
glory
see,
Nor win
the
heavenly
life.
The
earth
itself
from day
to day
Their
burden
scarce
sustains,
And
yearns,
in
travail,
to be
free
From
dark
corruption�s
chains.
Yea,
we too
groan
within
ourselves,
And that
adoption
wait
For
which
the Holy
Spirit�s
seal
Did us
predestinate.
Eternal
glory be
ascribed
To God,
the One
in
Three,
By Whom
is
poured
into our
hearts
The
grace of
charity.