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TILL SHILOH COME

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 7, 1902

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 79, No. 1.

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TILL SHILOH COME.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.
Old winter came, with robe of snow, Like dreary winding sheet of death; He touched my beauteous flowers, when, lo, They faded 'neath his chilling breath. How long, how long shall winter reign, And earth be filled with blight and pain?
“Till Shiloh come; ’twill not be long Till saddened lips burst forth in song.”
Death’s angel came; sad was my heart; I saw her stretch her icy hand, Earth’s dearest ties were wrenched apart Obedient to her stern command. “How long, how long,” again I said, “Ere Death’s dark land shall yield her dead?”
“Wait, patient wait; the dismal tomb Must hold her dust—till Shiloh come.”
I looked o’er earth; Oppression’s hand Was spreading poverty and woe; And bloody Crime, with lawless band, Accounted every man his foe.
“How long?” I pleaded still, with tears. “Take heart, O soul; the day-spring nears, When He whose right it is to reign Shall grasp earth’s scepter once again. Then leap, ye lame, and shout, ye dumb! And watch and wait—till Shiloh come.”