97 ~ 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.