#97Lord of the Boundless Curves of Space

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

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