Come Forth by M. E. Yergin

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 23, 1909

Come Forth

By M. E. Yergin

M. E. YERGIN

“Of God, of God,” the earth proclaims At dawning of the day; And like a throbbing sea, the air Is filled with minstrelsy.

From creatures small, from creatures great, The high Jehovah’s name Is heard in all the languages That creature life can claim.

The voice is silent; all is still On mountainside and plain, Where day’s broad fringe of glory spreads O’er groups of homes of men.

Come forth, ye silent sons of men! Come forth! Why are ye still? Your beating heart, your food, your breath, Are by Jehovah’s will.

As David, nightly on his couch, Sank in the common death, He trusted God would bring him forth At morning’s early breath.

And, lo! the light of early morn Came from the distant throne; A bird sang near the royal form; A zephyr, gently blown, Passed o’er his brow, and mortal man Came forth again to live:

All creatures to their sovereign Lord Unstinted praises give.

Come forth, ye silent sons of men! Come forth! Why are ye still?

All nature gives as man should give; Jehovah waits thee, still.

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