Telluris ingens conditor,
mundi solum qui eruens,
pulsis aquæ molestiis,
terram dedisti immobilem,
Ut germen aptum proferens,
fulvis decora floribus,
fecunda fructu sísteret
pastumque gratum redderet:
Mentis perustæ vulnera
munda virore gratiæ,
ut facta fletu diluat
motusque pravos atterat,
Iussis tuis obtemperet,
nullis malis approximet,
bonis repleri gaudeat
et mortis actum nesciat.
Præsta, Pater piisime,
Patrique compar Unice,
cum Spiritu Paraclito
regnans per omne saeculum. Amen.
Earth’s mighty Maker, great and wise,
Who made the world’s foundation rise:
You made the troubling waters stand
Apart, and gave the solid land,
That, bringing fitting fruit to light,
It might be fair with flowers bright,
Yield rich reward on ev’ry side,
And pleasant pastureland provide.
The burning spirit’s wounds make clean
By grace, to make it fresh and green;
May grace by sorrow cleanse from sin,
And wear down wrong desires within.
So let each soul your will obey,
From all things harmful stay away,
With blessings filled, rejoice content,
Of deadly action innocent.
Grant it, dear Father, ever One
With Christ our Lord, your equal Son,
And Spirit Paraclete, we pray,
Who rule in never-ending day. Amen.