Lord of the Boundless Curves of Space

1Lord 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 cosmic plan,
And every age of history
Your purpose, Lord, has spanned
To win.

2Your mind conceived the axe-y,
Each atom's secret,
Though marred by man's own
The strength to do Your will;
Until the love our souls adore
Shall all our being fill.

3Yours is the image stamped on man,
Though marred by man's own
The strength to do Your will;
Until the love our souls adore
Shall all our being fill.

4Give us to know Your truth; but more,
The strength to do Your will;
Until the love our souls adore
Shall all our being fill.