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The Tarrying Time

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 3, 1914

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 91, No. 37.

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The Tarrying Time

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
SOFTLY the shadows fall, for night is nigh; The pageantry of evening decks the sky. With door flung wide I strain a listening ear, For well I know my Lord will soon appear. My quickened heart lists all the echoes round, O’erjoyed at every faint, propitious sound; And hope renews as herald-cries again Proclaim the distant rumblings of his train.
He tarries, yet he soon will come for me, When I my Well-beloved’s face shall see. Long have I loved him whom I have not seen, Yet all my being owns his love supreme; He drew me from sin’s tyranny apart To learn the self-denial of his heart; And O, the rapture that he comes to own His waiting ones, to take them to his throne!
Speed, lingering moments, till thy urgent pace Shall usher my Redeemer face to face.