p. 4 | I Will Come Again by Pearl Waggoner

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 29, 1910

I Will Come Again

By Pearl Waggoner

PEARL WAGGONER

THERE'S an echo of rare sweetness that is ringing in my ear; I can hear it in the quiet hours of night; I can hear it in the dawning, and it fills my heart with cheer, While it sheds o'er all my way a heavenly light.

Still I hear it in the noontide,—'tis a strength amid earth's strife, 'Tis a solace in the hour which else were pain; It has given stronger purpose and an added spur to life,— 'Tis the Master's blessed word: “I'll come again.”

When the day is slow retreating, and the night advances on, Casting gently o'er the world its mantle soft, In the stars' and moon's bright gleaming, when all other lights are gone, Then again this glorious truth is borne aloft.

For as long as night and daytime, and as long as heat and cold, In their own appointed seasons here shall last, Just so long we have assurance that the promise made of old, By its Maker unforgotten, holdeth fast.

Let us welcome, then, each morning and the dawn of each new year, Since the Master's glad return they bring more near; How it thrills the heart to think that we shall see him as he is And shall dwell,—no vail between,—forever his!

As when oil on troubled sea is poured when waves are dashing wild, So this thought brings peace and quiet to God's child; For above life's noisy turmoil, through its changing joys and pain, Sounds the promise, all unchanged, “I'll come again.”

Hinsdale, Ill.