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.
No comments:
Post a Comment