For the blast of Creation, flinging far into space on the winds of the cosmos all the gifts of your grace, we bring awe, we bring wonder (though darkly we see), and we praise you who gave us our freedom to be. From the one to the many from the many to the more, from the depths of the ocean to the edge of the shore, ever changing and branching like a stream to the sea, and we praise you who gave life full freedom to be. From pure matter to mind, from the cell to the soul, to the consciousness seeking a clue to the whole, for the thinkers who traced our ascent like a tree, we praise you who gave us such freedom to see. There is more to the story, there is more to be found, for our universe stretches unplumbed, without bound. For those who will follow, search further than we, we praise you and trust the new life yet to be.