Earth’s Mighty Maker, Whose Command

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.

O Fa­ther

that we ask be done

Through Je­sus Christ

Thine on­ly Son;

Who

with the Ho­ly Ghost and Thee

Doth live and reign eter­nal­ly.