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The Coming of His Feet

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Dec 27, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 52.

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The Coming of His Feet

IN the crimson of the morning, in the whiteness of the noon, In the amber glory of the day’s retreat, In the midnight, robed in darkness, or the gleaming of the noon, I listen for the coming of His feet.
I heard his weary footsteps on the sands of Galilee, On the temple’s marble pavement, on the street, Worn with the weight of sorrow, faltering up the slopes of Calvary: The sorrow of the coming of his feet.
Down the minster-aisles of splendor; from betwixt the cherubim, Through the wondering throng, with motion strong and fleet, Sounds his victor-tread, approaching with a music far and dim: The music of the coming of his feet.
Sandaled not with sheen of silver, girded not with woven gold, Weighted not with shimmering gems and odors sweet; But white-winged and shod with glory, in the Tabor-light of old— The glory of the coming of his feet.
He is coming, O my spirit! with his everlasting peace, With his blessedness, immortal and complete; He is coming, O my spirit! and his com- ing brings release— I listen for the coming of his feet. —Selected.