Lord, bring the day to pass when forest, rock and hill, the beasts, the birds, the grass, will know your finished will: when we attain our destiny and nature lives in harmony. Forgive our careless use of water, ore and soil-- the plenty we abuse supplied by others' toil: save us from making self our creed, turn us towards each other's need. Give us, when we release creation's secret powers, to harness them for peace-- our children's peace and ours: teach us the art of mastering in servant form, which draws death's sting. Creation groans, travails, futile its present plight, bound till the hour it hails God's children born of light, who enter on their true estate. Come, Lord: new heavens and earth create.
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