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;
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.
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.
4 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.
5 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.
Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #366