Telluris ingens conditor

O bounteous Framer of the globe!
Who with thy mighty hand
Didst gather up the rolling seas,
And firmly base the land:

That so the freshly teeming earth
Might herb and seedling bear,
Standing in early beauty gay,
With flowers and fruitage fair:

On our parch’d souls pour Thou, O Lord,
The freshness of thy grace;
So penitence shall spring anew,
And all the past efface.

Grant us to fear thy holy law,
To feel thy goodness nigh;
Grant us through life thy peace; in death
Thine immortality.

Father of mercies! hear our cry;
Hear us, coequal Son!
Who reignest with the Holy Ghost
While ceaseless ages run.