tr., John Brownlie 7,6,7,6 D I O God of our salvation, Who in Thy glorious might, Didst speak, and all creation Arose from brooding night; And chaos, and confusion, To form and order sped, While lo! in rich profusion The earth its beauty spread. II O God of our salvation, Thy word hath still its power, And souls in desolation Are lying at this hour; Speak as of old, and banish The chaos and the night, And bid their sorrows vanish Before Thy glorious light. III O God of our salvation, Thy Word our Flesh became; To free from condemnation He bore our human name, And spoke to us confiding Of all the Father willed; And we, with Him abiding, Are with His fulness filled. IV O God of our salvation, Thou, Christ, in mercy come, And make Thy new creation Thine everlasting home; And in our hearts abiding, And in Thy Church adored, Still speak the word confiding, O Jesus Christ, our Lord. |