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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.