1 God, who stretched the spangled heavens,
infinite in time and place,
flung the suns in burning radiance
through the silent fields of space.
We, your children, in your likeness,
share inventive powers with you;
Great Creator, still creating,
show us what we yet may do.
2 Proudly rise our modern cities,
stately buildings row on row;
yet their windows, blank, unfeeling,
stare on canyoned streets below,
where the lonely dirft unnoticed
in the city's ebb and flow,
lost to purpose and to meaning,
scarcely caring where they go.
3 We have conquered worlds undreamed of
since the childhood of our race;
known the ecstasy of winging
through uncharted realms of space;
probed the secrets of the atom,
yielding unimagined power,
facing us with life's destruction
or our most triumphant hour.
4 As each far horizon beckons,
may it challenge us anew:
children of creative purpose,
serving others, honoring you.
May our dreams prove rich with promise,
each endeavor well begun:
Great Creator, give us guidance
till our goals and yours are one.
|First Line:||God, who stretched the spangled heavens|
|Title:||God, Who Stretched the Spangled|
|Author:||Catherine Cameron (1965)|
|Scripture:||Psalm 8:3; Psalm 10:12; Psalm 19:1; Psalm 104:2|
|Copyright:||Words © 1967 Hope Publishing Company|
|Attributed to:||William Moore|
|Source:||Columbian Harmony, 1825|