BEHOLD, I COME QUICKLY.
By William Brickey
WILLIAM BRICKEY.
(Kimball, Minn.) “Behold, I come quickly!” These words of the Master
Portentously ring, to the world, of disaster;
For cyclones and whirlwinds come faster and faster,
While war-clouds and pestilence darken the air.
The wheels of his chariot roll down through the ages,
The signs of his coming fill history's pages;
They were written by prophets, and sanctioned by sages—
A beacon of God to his church everywhere. “Behold, I come quickly!” repeat the glad tidings;
Go first to the church, in her shameful backslidings:
The Third Angel’s Message, its warnings and chidings,
May lead to repentance before ’t is too late.
His coming draws nearer! the days are all numbered;
But while he has tarried, his people have slumbered,
And all his fair vineyard has been much encumbered
With trees that were fruitless, though labor was great. “Behold, I come quickly!” Oh, tell the glad story!
Repeat it till earth is ablaze with its glory.
The youth and the aged, the infirm and the hoary—
Each one may the Third Angel’s Message unfold.
On Nahum’s swift chariots go, teach every nation,
Send swift wingèd lightnings with news of salvation;
For this is the day of the Lord’s preparation,
And he ’ll shorten the work, as the prophet foretold.