Voice from the formless void, You spoke
Word strong as act, both vow and Son.
The uncreated stillness broke:
The cosmos stood, its tale begun.
Your living Breath, as time awoke,
Already soared: God, Three in One.
The chaos of creation's birth
Remained as yet in dreamless sleep,
Until the heavens and the earth
You summoned from her vasty deep,
And sudden light engirt her girth:
Who but her waves were there to leap?
When Adam took the fatal fruit,
And sin infected all our breed,
You pledged a Hero to recruit
From woman's womb, without man's seed—
A cure for sinners, His pursuit,
Through broken water to proceed.
The mother-water breaks anew,
And as from Mary's virgin womb
A newborn saint now passes through
To life from death, to light from gloom:
Bespoke, our Father, unto You,
In Word and Spirit (s)he will bloom.
We praise You, Christ! For in this font,
You give us life; You purge our shame;
You prove that of all things You want
To name us with a holy name.
From stormy void, from tempter's taunt,
Your new creation call and claim!
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