Creation's Lord, we give Thee thanks

Verse 1

Creation's Lord, we give Thee thanks That this Thy world is incomplete; That battle calls our marshalled ranks, That work awaits our hands and feet;

Verse 2

That Thou hast not yet finished man, That we are in the making still, As friends who share the Maker's plan, As sons who know the Father's will.

Verse 3

Beyond the present sin and shame, Wrong's bitter, cruel, scorching blight, We see the beckoning vision flame, The blessed kingdom of the right.

Verse 4

Since what we choose is what we are, And what we love we yet shall be, The goal may ever shine afar; The will to win it makes us free.

Verse 5

Amen.