Come, Lord Jesus by L. D. Harrington

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Oct 15, 1903

Come, Lord Jesus

By L. D. Harrington

COME, for creation’s sake, This world so beautiful and grand, So good when from its Maker’s hand, Now marred and scarred through all the land, Still waits thy word to quick obey, And greet the light of perfect day. Come! Take its fall, its curse away; Come, for creation’s sake.

Come, for thy loved ones’ sake! Sad tears still blind each watchful eye; We droop, we mourn, we fail, we die, How long, O Lord, how long? we cry. Come, wipe from every eye the tear, And still in every heart all fear, And make the future glad and clear. Come, for thy loved ones’ sake.

O, come, for thine own sake! ’Twas here thou counted all but dross, And here for us thou suffered loss, On Calvary’s mount there stood thy cross. O, come, and turn that loss to gain, That cross to crown, and banish pain, A King of kings always to reign. O, come, for thine own sake.

Come, for thy Father’s sake! He gave the world to thee, his Son, Through thee the world to him be won; And then, on earth, his will be done. Come, Lord, unto thy faithful few, O, come, and prove the “promise true!” Come soon, and make the “all things new.” Come, for thy Father’s sake.

— L. D. Harrington, in The World’s Crisis.