Creation’s Lord, We Give Thee Thanks

Creation’s Lord

we give Thee thanks

That this Thy world is in­com­plete;

That bat­tle calls our mar­shaled ranks;

That work awaits our hands and feet.

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.

Beyond the pre­sent sin and shame

Wrong’s bit­ter

cru­el

scorch­ing blight

We see the beck­on­ing vi­sion flame

The bless­èd kingd­om of the right.

What though the king­dom long de­lay

And still with haugh­ty foes must cope?

It gives us that for which to pray

A field for toil and faith and hope.

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.