THE COMING OF THE LORD.
By Olive R. Dolton
O Father, let thy power be known,
Thy children's hearts to cheer,
When thy dear Son will be revealed,
And banish all their fear. The heavens declare that coming day,
The signs with voice sublime;
Sun, moon, and stars proclaim it near,—
The end of earthly time. Oh, who can paint that wondrous scene,
When Jesus comes again!
Before his face the mountains melt
Like wax before the flame. The trumpet sounds,—the righteous dead
Rise from their slumbering tomb,
And all the righteous living, changed
Into immortal bloom, Up to the courts of endless bliss
In shouts of triumph rise,
And there on thrones of judgment sit,
With Christ in Paradise. Earth feels the shock, and knows her doom,—
Back into chaos hurled;
There to remain a thousand years,
While Christ will judge the world. All nature groans beneath the curse,
The pall of death and gloom,
But she must die, and rise again
In Eden's glorious bloom. OLIVE R. DOLTON.
Washington, D. C.