THE WORLD'S GREAT AGE IS YET TO BE

The world's great age is yet to be,
Of justice, freedom, peace:
In spite of plans and prophecy
The danger signs increase.
But look! a flag of hope still flies
Against our dark and stormy skies.

How long it took primaeval man
To reason and create:
Before his tribal life began,
Or tribes became a State,
Or warring nations sprang to birth
In our God-given planet, Earth.

What mighty forces we employ
Now in this nuclear age;
What power to damage and destroy,
In nervousness or rage!
But look! a flag of hope still flies
Against our dark and stormy skies.

Then let all people of goodwill,
Of every race or creed,
Our God-appointed task fulfil,
In attitude and deed;
And out of hope and faith create
That world for which the ages wait.