Misc Praise Songs - God who stretched the spangled heavens

^DGod, who stretched the spangled ^Gheavens Infinite ^A7in time and ^Dplace, ^DFlung the suns in burning ^Gradiance Through the ^A7silent fields of ^Dspace; ^DWe, your children, in your likeness, Share inventive pow'rs with ^Gyou; Great ^DCreator, still ^Gcreating, Show us ^A7what we yet may ^Ddo.

^DProudly rise our modern ^Gcities, Stately ^A7buildings, row on ^Drow; ^DYet their windows, blank, ^Gunfeeling, Stare on can^A7yoned streets ^Dbelow, ^DWhere the lonely drift unnoticed In the city's ebb and ^Gflow, Lost to ^Dpurpose and to ^Gmeaning, Scarcely ^A7caring where they ^Dgo.

^DWe have ventured worlds und^Greamed of Since the ^A7childhood of our ^Drace; ^DKnown the ecstasy of ^Gwinging Through unt^A7raveled realms of ^Dspace; ^DProbed the secrets of the atom, Yielding unimagined ^Gpow'r, Facing ^Dus with life's des^Gtruction Or our ^A7most triumphant ^Dhour.

^DAs each far horizon ^Gbeckons, May it ^A7challenge us ^Danew, ^DChildren of creative ^Gpurpose, Serving ^A7others, honoring ^Dyou. ^DMay our dreams prove rich with promise, Each endeavor, well be^Ggun: Great ^DCreator, give us ^Gguidance Till our ^A7goals and yours are ^Done.