Who gavest land and sea their name,
Hast swept the waters to their bound,
And fixed for aye the solid ground.
That soon upspringing should be seen
The herb with blossoms gold and green,
And fruit which ripely hangeth there,
And grass to which the herds repair.
Relieve the sorrows of the soul!
Our wounded spirits make thou whole,
That tears may sinful deeds allay,