1 All the brown and bare horizons, thirsty lands and dusty ground, cry to God in silent longing, plead their cause without a sound. 2 Distant grey or blinding yellow, every cracked and crumbling scene, will these dry and hardened furrows ever see the promised green? 3 Ask the thorn-bush and the scrubland gasping for the timely rain, cattle seeking shade and coolness: when will water flow again? 4 All the scorching months and seasons, all the days of sun and glare, morning heat and noontide stillness: can the Lord be living here? 5 Stone and rock and ditch and roadside: these are home for growing things! Even now the rains are coming, even here the desert sings! 6 All the world is dry without him, every land awaits his voice: Come, Creator, Word, and Spirit! Rise, our earth, in God rejoice!