Waiting by Caroline L. Elliott

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 24, 1900

Waiting.

By Caroline L. Elliott

I am waiting for the coming of my dear Redeemer Lord, I am resting on his promise, in his precious, priceless word; And although he seems to tarry, yet I know he'll surely come, And take his own, his ransomed, to his bright and blissful home.

When I waken in the morning, ere the dawning of the day, I lift my soul to his dear side, and watch, and praise, and pray; For it may be in the morning I shall hear his blessed voice, Triumphant o'er the waves of time, bid all his own rejoice.

Then, in the noontide splendor of the sun's meridian light, When the busy world's surroundings need, our armor should be bright, 'Tis sweet to turn aside our thoughts from the carking cares of life, And think, Perhaps 't is now he'll come 'mid the battle and the strife.

Then, when the shadowy wing of night spreads darkness on the land, Ere soft slumbers close my senses, I yield all into his hand,— My body, soul, and spirit—self,—all I ask him safe to keep, And, thinking on his precious blood, I fain would fall asleep;

For it may be while I'm sleeping the Archangel's trump will sound— Then, oh, what a glorious waking, to be all in Jesus found! Yes! but whether in the morning, or the noontide, or the night, It rocks little to the Christian soul, whose light is in his light;

For, no matter when he cometh—oh, what praise for truth like this! When he comes, we shall be like him, “we shall see him as he is.”

— Mrs. Caroline L. Elliott, in the London Christian.