The Morning Cometh by F. M. W.

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 20, 1910

The Morning Cometh

By F. M. W.

In the order of nature, the darkness precedes the light. This has been so from the beginning of the creation of God. “Darkness was upon the face of the deep. . . . And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. . . . And the evening and the morning were the first day.” This order will follow in the working out of the great plan of salvation. We are now in the night of sin. Darkness covers the earth, and gross darkness the people. The great pall of sorrow and distress caused by the entrance of evil has settled down upon earth’s inhabitants, and well-nigh shuts out the light and glory emanating from the Source of light. For long centuries has the world borne this sad burden; but thanks be to God, the night is far spent, and the day is at hand. Soon sin will have run its evil course, sorrow will have finished its mournful dirge, and the blessed light of righteousness, and peace, and joy will dispel the darkness of the night. As the kindling east shows the approach of dawn, so the signs of God’s Word point to the breaking of the better day. Let this hope lighten the load of care. Let burdened hearts, grown weary with the long waiting, take new courage. The struggle will soon be over, the noise of the conflict will soon be stilled, the smoke of the battle will soon be cleared away; and he for whom we have looked and longed so many years will be revealed in the clouds of heaven, coming to take his trusting children home. This is the glorious prospect which awaits the church of God, and it is only a little while before the hope will be realized. A few more months or years at best, a little more labor and toil, and the labor will meet glad fruition, and the toiler find sweet rest, in the coming kingdom.

Let none to-day cast away his confidence. Let none turn his back upon the cause of truth which he has espoused. God’s hand is at the helm. His watchful eye is upon the battle-field. He marks the loyalty and faithfulness of every soul. In the hour of greatest darkness and trial he is near, even though veiled from mortal vision. If we are only loyal, his strong right arm will turn the tide of battle, and over every evil principle and power we shall rise triumphant, to walk with him in white in the realms of glory. Clasp his strong hand, which is reached down to succor you; yea, more, place your weak hand in his infinite grasp, and yield submission to his ways. Let his infinite power hold you in the storm and stress of life. He will never leave you nor forsake you. He will be your shield and defender, your rock of defense, a strong tower, into which you may run and be safe; and that which is committed into his keeping, he will preserve against the day of his glorious and final triumph. F. M. W.