Almighty Spir­it, now be­hold
A world by sin de­stroyed:
Creating Spir­it, as of old,
Move on the form­less void,
Move on the form­less void.

Give Thou the Word: that heal­ing sound
Shall quell the dead­ly strife;
And earth again, like Ed­en crowned,
Bring forth the tree of life,
Bring forth the tree of life.

If sang the morn­ing stars for joy,
When na­ture rose to view,
What strains will an­gel harps em­ploy,
When Thou shalt all re­new,
When Thou shalt all re­new!

And if the sons of God re­joice
To hear a Sav­ior’s name,
How will the ran­somed raise their voice
To whom that Sav­ior came,
To whom that Sav­ior came!

Lo, ev­ery kin­dred, ev­ery tribe,
Assembling round the throne,
The new cre­ation shall as­cribe
To so­ver­eign love alone,
To so­ver­eign love alone!