All-bountiful Creator, who, + 

When Thou didst mould the world, didst drain + 

The waters from the mass, that so + 

Earth might immovable remain; + 

That its dull clods it might transmute + 

To golden flowers in vale or wood, + 

To juice of thirst allaying fruit, + 

And grateful herbage spread for food; + 

Wash Thou our smarting wounds and hot, + 

In the cool freshness of Thy grace; + 

Till tears start forth the past to blot, + 

And cleanse and calm Thy holy place; + 

Till we obey Thy full behest, + 

Shun the world’s tainted touch and breath, + 

Joy in what highest is and best. + 

And gain a spell to baffle death. + 

Grant it, O Father, Only Son, + 

And Holy Spirit, God of grace; + 

To whom all glory, Three in One, + 

Be given in every time and place. + 