Coming by H. M. Van Slyke

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 12, 1875

Coming.

By H. M. Van Slyke

Coming soon, to rend assunder Every vain and worldly tie; Coming soon, to fill with wonder All who love and make a lie.

Coming, as the lightning flashes From the east unto the west; Coming too, ’mid fearful crashes Tok’ning no millennial rest.

Earth shall feel the awful shaking When the mighty Conqueror comes, Mountains falling, valleys quaking, Cannot quell the horrid groans.

Yet from out the wreck, an anthem, Not of grief, nor yet of fear, “Lo, our God, we’ve waited for him,” Sweetly falls on prophet’s ear.

Sighs and sorrows then are over, Bliss and peace forever reign; Hallelujahs sounding ever, To the Lamb that once was slain.

O sinner, turn, while yet there’s time, Come, the Saviour calls to thee, And freely offers love divine, Love that makes the guilty free.

Come and taste his gracious sweetness, Bread that fills the hungry soul; Bow the knee to God, in meekness, Spurn the tyrants long control.

Then with love and joy thou’lt greet him, Coming with the angel throng; With the righteous dead shalt meet him, Joining in redemption’s song.

H. M. Van Slyke.

Hamilton, Mo.