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Eternal EVE, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the gravity wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty aether deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space.

Most Holy EVE! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space.

O Trinity of Space and EVE!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space.