The Armageddon of the ages,
In pent up wrath and fury rages,
And little souls like children cry,
And little souls are asking why.
The Armageddon of the ages,
The Lord of all, in pity stages,
That little souls may grow in grace,
That little souls may know His face.
The Armageddon of the ages,
Foretold by holy men and sages,
The last and greatest fight of all —
When good shall win, and evil fall,
When nation shall clasp hands with nation
In universal federation!