The Spirit creating all Things New

Spirit of power and might, behold
A world by sin destroy'd,
Creator-Spirit, as of old,
Move on the formless void.

Give Thou the word:--that healing sound
Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crown'd,
Produce 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!

And if the sons of God rejoice
To hear a Saviour's name,
How will the ransom'd raise their voice,
To whom that Saviour came!

So every kindred, tongue, and tribe,
Assembling round the throne,
Thy new creation shall ascribe
To sovereign love alone.