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.