At the dawning of creation
stars and angels sang for joy;
earth and sky in adoration
all of time for praise employ,
as God's wonders they deploy.
In the shaping of each nation
music clothes a people's dream;
when they long for liberation
songs of hope become their theme.
Praise to God, our hope supreme.
In the Gospel's proclamation
faltering words can never suffice;
singing songs of Christ's redemption,
we are blessed in praying twice.
Praise his cross and sacrifice.
In this institute of learning
treasured be each mind and heart
and, the Spirit's gifts discerning,
God be thanked for every art.
Praise resounds and all have part.
At the outset of life's journey
music bids our faith take wing;
at its closing hope and memory
point beyond to God our King.
"Welcome home", the angels sing.