When time shall slip its cog in place   And spin its line of lovely lace   Then love and peace come face to face   One of these days         When sorrow can nowhere be found   And greed shall lay its weapons down   And hate give up without a sound   One of these days         When love by tender instrument   Through circumstance and incident   Shall peace and joy again invent   One of these days         To see this from within the soul   We must be patient and consoled   To know the joy that's ours to hold   One of these days         And so with earnest inward eyes   We man the post where duty lies   And seek to win the precious prize   One of these days         One of these days…