O earth, thou shalt not lang­uish
For aye, be­cause of sin;
Thou shalt forget thine ang­uish
When Christ hath en­tered in.
Thy pa­ra­dis­al beau­ty
Shall be once more re­stored,
When all thy wide do­min­ions
Are ho­ly to the Lord.

Confusion and com­mo­tion
Heave now thy trou­bled breast,
Where thine eter­nal ocean
Moans in its long un­rest.
But even as thou mourn­est
In thy cap­ti­vi­ty,
God’s hid­den ones are seek­ing
To bring God’s peace to thee.

O earth, thy wound was mor­tal,
Dealt by the hand of sin;
But through thy op­en por­tal
Thy heal­er com­eth in.
The know­ledge of His glo­ry,
In full­ness as the sea,
Shall soon, with waves bap­tis­mal,
Surround and co­ver thee.