THE GOSPEL OF THE KINGDOM.
By P. H. Oderkirk
[Bro. Smith: The following lines were written for the Advent Harbinger, in 1845. I now send them for the Review. P. H. Oderkirk.] How fleet the precious moments roll!
How soon the harvest will be o’er!
The watchmen have their final rest,
And lift a warning voice no more.
The fullness of the gospel shines
With glorious and resplendent rays,
The earth and heaven show forth their signs,
As tokens of the latter days. Ye faithful men, to you are given,
The keys of this last ministry,
To every nation under heaven,
From land to land, from sea to sea.
First to the Gentiles sound the news;
Throughout Columbia’s happy land,
And tell the unbelieving Jews,
Prepare before their Lord to stand. Haste to each nation and proclaim;
Those joyful tidings, let them roll
Where darkness, death, and sorrow reign,
And tyranny holds stern control.
Let every nation hear the sound,
And Jew and Gentile swell the strain,
Hosannah o’er the earth resound,
Messiah soon will come to reign.