C. M. Anonymous. He Maketh all Things New. |
1 Almighty Spirit, now behold A world by sin destroyed! Creative spirit, as of old Move on the formless void! 2 Give Thou the word -- the healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned, Bring forth the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy When nature rose to view, What strains shall angel harps employ, When Thou shalt all renew!
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