LOOKING FOR THE SAVIOUR.
By HARTLEY GRAY
We are looking for the Saviour,
For he's promised to return,
To restore his sleeping millions,
And to reign upon his throne.
Then the friends we've loved and cherished,
We expect to meet again,
In the beauteous fields of Eden,
Where the saints shall ever reign. Though the friends that once were with us,
Now are sleeping in the tomb,
All unconscious of the sorrow
That surrounds our vacant home,
When the trump of God is sounded,
Oh, to life again they'll spring,
Shouting, Grave, where is thy victory?
Cruel Death, where is thy sting? When the books have all been opened,
And probation's day is o'er,
Some will pray to rocks and mountains,
Who have never prayed before;
While the saints in joy are shouting,
They will hear the Saviour say,
Come ye blessed of my Father,
You did choose the better way. Come, O sinner, now get ready,
Come and walk the narrow way,
Way that leads to life eternal,
To that bright and glorious day,
And when Christ shall take the kingdom,
And be seated on his throne,
Then with all his ransomed children,
You shall find a heavenly home. East Livermore, Me., March, 5, 1867.