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.