O God, the wounded earth cries out
against her graceless guests.
The ravaged land, the poisoned streams
her grieving voice protests:
"O creatures, born of God's design
and formed from humble dust,
how could you rise in pride and greed
to break your holy trust?"
O God, the patient earth still yields,
in spite of cruel abuse,
the wealth of forest, field and sea
beyond our need or use.
A mother's care she lavishes;
she shames our carelessness,
and waits for wanton, wasteful hearts
to bow in thankfulness.
O God, the groaning earth still waits,
though hope be long deferred,
to host a race renewed,
reformed by your redeeming Word.
Teach us, your vast creation's crown,
a servant's robe to wear,
and help us heal creation's wounds,
its bounties freely share.
O God, a joyous earth shall live
in Christ, creation's goal.
Her voice shall rise in grateful song
for brokenness made whole.
The sea, the air, the fertile land,
from blight of sin set free,
shall be a home where you will host
a new humanity.