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 heavenly 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.