Thou Spakest, Lord, and into One

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 heav’n­ly 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.