Classic Poem

1. O God, in whose great purpose An age is but a day,
2. Again with vision kindled, We sons of latter days
Who watchest sun give place to sun And planets burn away;
Lift eager hands as here we wait Beside the parting ways.
In thee our fathers trusted, For thee they dared the sea,
Across thine earth we scatter To meet the tasks of men.
And thou didst teach their feeble hands To shape a world for thee.
O God of strength, be thou to us Our fathers' God again!