Mighty God who called creation
from the unformed womb of space,
newborn worlds of gleaming glory,
fresh with hope and ripe with grace:
speak again with pow'r and promise
when the storms of fear increase;
to our chaos and confusion let
your light and truth bring peace.
As we worship, may your Spirit
breathe through us the pow'r of prayer,
words of life for daily living,
strength to do and faith to dare.
Come, enflame us, Holy Spirit,
like the Church at Pentecost;
help us bear the light of blessing
to the least, the last, the lost.
Rooted in the love of Jesus,
nourished by his flesh and blood,
may we prove a fruitful vineyard
joined in mutual servanthood.
Work through us, O risen Savior,
to reap peace from fields of strife;
bring our barren wastes to blossom;
lead us out of death to life.
Keep us faithful, joyful, loving,
filled with hope through grief and pain,
knowing that the One who made us
has redeemed and will sustain:
Triune God, of boundless glory,
yet in human form made known,
raise us up to be a people
called by love to be your own.