Below, a hymn lyric, by Catherine C. Arnott, found in Grandma's music. I heard and sung it for the first time this summer at annual conference and then discovered the lyric in her stuff.
God, who stretched the spangled heavens
Infinite in time an dplace,
Flung the suns in burning radiance
Through the silent fields of space,
We, Thy children, in Thy likeness,
Share inventive powers with Thee--
Great Creator, still creating,
Teach us what we yet may be.
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.
As Thy new horizons beckon,
Father, give us strength to be
Children of creative purpose,
Serving man and honoring Thee,
'Til our dreams are rich with meaning--
Each endeavor Thy design--
Great Creator, lead us onward
'Til our work is one with Thine.