Lord of the Boundless Curves of Space

Lord of the boundless curves of space

And time’s deep mystery,

To Your creative might we trace

All nature’s energy.

Your mind conceived the galaxy,

Each atom’s secret planned,

And every age of history

Your purpose, Lord, has spanned.

Yours is the image stamped on man,

Though marred by man’s own sin;

And Yours the liberating plan

Again his soul to win.

Give us to know Your truth; but more,

The strength to do Your will;

Until the love our souls adore

Shall all our being fill.