The Coming Jubilee by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 27, 1913

The Coming Jubilee

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

Look! methinks I see the tokens Of the coming jubilee, And methinks I hear a roaring Like the voices of the sea, Like the sound of many waters When the mighty winds arise, For the Lord of hosts is coming With the army of the skies. And he calleth to his people, And his tones are soft and mild,— Soft as when a mother speaketh To her well-beloved child:—

“Come, my people, seek thy chambers, Cover thee and shut thy door Till the indignation passeth, Till the fury shall be o’er. Hide thee for one little moment; For the sword is bending low, And the mighty God of battles Taketh vengeance on the foe.

“Hide thee, hide thee in thy chambers, Hide thee in the clefted rock, From the field of Armageddon, From the battle and the shock. Fear thee not, O seed of Jacob! Fear thee not, nor be dismayed; I am with thee every moment, Thou shalt never be afraid.

“Though a thousand fall around thee; And ten thousand at thy side, Like the myriad leaves of autumn O’er the meadows far and wide; Though the trembling earth be gory, And no more shall hide her slain, And the heavens are black as sackcloth, Still my promise shall remain.”

Yes; the hour of triumph hasteth, And the day of jubilee; Look! the martyred saints assemble From the desert and the sea, And ten thousand thousand voices Shout and sing with one accord: “’Tis our God, we’ve waited for him! Halleluiah! ’tis the Lord!”

Lansing, Mich.