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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 17, 1876

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 47, No. 7.

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ADVENT OF CHRIST.

By N. W. Vincent

Soon our Saviour will come from the city of gold, That we all gathered there may his glory behold, All the angels with joy will his mandate receive, And with their blest Monarch the bright mansions leave.
How blessed their mission! how mighty their joy! To deliver the holy, the vile to destroy, To bear to the place prepared for the good Those ransomed and cleansed through Immanuel's blood.
In numbers sublime the bright armies above Descend with their Prince, all impelled by his love; As if all the stars were to visit man's home, The glad hosts of Heaven in majesty come.
The trump of God sounds, how the earth will then quake! Christ utters his voice, all the sleeping ones wake, With rapture, immortal they spring from the sod, In the beauty of Jesus—blest children of God!
Christ's flock yet alive hear the Chief Shepherd's voice; They have loved his appearing, they see and rejoice; They see their lost loved ones approaching their side, They are changed in a moment, alike glorified!
The angels fly swift these long-loved ones to greet, And to bear them triumphant to Jesus' dear feet. Happy morn! blessed saints! clad in robes bright and fair, With what transport they meet their dear Lord in the air!
What language can picture the sinner's affright As they fly to the caverns and shades of the night? Their pleasures, all earthborn, forever are done; Their weeping and wailing are now just begun.
All the earth is laid waste, none to tempt can be found; So through the millennium Satan is bound; The saints brought to God by the Lamb that was slain, With the King in his glory a thousand years reign.
At his table they sit in the smile of “I AM;” Happy guests! Host divine! marriage feast of the Lamb! On his throne they will sit, and with him judge the world, And the angels that sinned, down to tartarus hurled.
N. W. VINCENT.