| Telluris alme ConditorMundi solum qui separans,
 Pulsis aquæ molestiis,
 Terram dedisti immobilem:
Ut germen aptum proferens,Fulvis decora floribus,
 Fœcunda fructu sisteret,
 Pastumque gratum redderet.
Mentis perustæ vulneraMunda virore gratiæ:
 Ut facta fletu diluat,
 Motusque pravos atterat.
Jussis tuis obtemperet:Nullis malis approximet:
 Bonis repleri gaudeat,
 Et mortis ictum nesciat.
Præsta, Pater piissime,Patrique compar Unice,
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito
 Regnans per omne sæculum.
 | Earth’s mighty Maker, whose commandRaised from the sea the solid land;
 And drove each billowy heap away,
 And bade the earth stand firm for aye:
That so, with flowers of golden hue,The seeds of each it might renew;
 And fruit-trees bearing fruit might yield,
 And pleasant pasture of the field:
Our spirit’s rankling wounds effaceWith dewy freshness of Thy grace:
 That grief may cleanse each deed of ill,
 And o'er each lust may triumph still.
Let every soul Thy law obey,And keep from every evil way;
 Rejoice each promised good to win,
 And flee from every mortal sin.
Hear Thou our prayer, Almighty King!Hear Thou our praises, while we sing,
 Adoring with the heavenly host,
 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
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