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, with flowers of golden hue, the seeds of each it might renew; and fruit-trees bearing fruit might yield, and pleasant pasture of the field: Our spirit's rankling wounds efface with dewy freshness of Thy 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. Hear Thou our prayer, Almighty King! hear Thou our praises, while we sing, adoring with the heavenly host, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!