Behold, He Cometh! by Mary A. Morris

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 17, 1910

Behold, He Cometh!

By Mary A. Morris

MARY A. MORRIS

Sure as the budding trees and flowers Tell us when spring is here, So, many signs as certain tell His coming very near.

The darkened sun, the crimsoned moon, The stars that fell like snow Or falling of untimely figs, Were signs seen long ago.

And still the tokens multiply. They hasten swiftly on, And nearer bring to longing hearts The coming of the dawn.

Men’s hearts are failing them for fear; The nations are distressed; The warring elements proclaim This old earth’s deep unrest;

Convulsive tremors rend her heart; Earthquake and fire and flood, With no uncertain sound, proclaim That awful day of God,

When he shall come, the judge of all— The ages strong Desire— To render recompense, and his Rebuke with flames of fire,

Behold, he cometh! ye who watch Through the long night of fear, And wrong, and sin, lift up your heads; Redemption draweth near.

O blessed day for those who here The way of truth have known; For safe at last they stand upon The sea before the throne.

Dear land of love, our weary hearts Long for the rest of home. O Christ, our peace and righteousness! Come, dear Lord, quickly come.

Willow Lake, S. D.