1.  Lord of the boundless curves of space
And time’s deep mystery,
To Your creative might we trace
All nature’s energy.

2 Your mind conceived the galaxy,
Each atom’s secret planned,
And every age of history
Your purpose, Lord, has spanned.

3 Yours is the image stamped on man,
Though marred by man’s own sin;
And Yours the liberating plan
Again his soul to win.

4 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.