Almighty Spirit, now behold
A world by sin destroyed!
Creative spirit, as of old
Move on the formless void!
Give Thou the word—the healing sound
Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crowned,
Bring forth the tree of life.
If sang the morning stars for joy
When nature rose to view,
What strains shall angel harps employ,
When Thou shalt all renew!