Hymn – Baptism

The waters of our mother earth,

Her rivers, oceans, lakes and springs,

Are mirror to the depths of God –

The freshness at the heart of things.

Our sister water, wondrous gift,

Can cleanse and cool, destroy and drown

The mistress of both life and death,

Through her all living things are bound.

Her currents held the Lord of life,

Abyss of death, baptismal tomb.

With blood she came forth from his side

As breaking waters from the womb.

O Christ in whom we are baptized,

Washed clean, refreshed, and sanctified:

Be praised for this our sister fair

By whom we live, in whom we died.